Three Triolets
riding backwards on a train
Article voiceover
Riding backwards on a train In the morning with my love Slogging through the fog of pain Riding backwards on a train Through the fog into the rain A naked hand inside a glove Riding backwards on a train In the morning with my love When we arrive the sun breaks through The sea of people parts for us We can feel that it is true When we arrive the sun breaks through The songs that play for me and you Remind us not to make a fuss When we arrive the sun breaks through The sea of people parts for us You go to work, I climb the stairs Up to my mountaintop retreat We disavow that no one cares You go to work, I climb the stairs The Lord receives our subway prayers The air outside is fresh and sweet You go to work, I climb the stairs Up to my mountaintop retreat
Repetition of lines reminds of riding backwards on a train , a return to moments spent and regained.
Your own stairway to your heaven.