The Starting Point

i was wondering,
over acid colored,
yellow lemon juice...
the taste of sound,
in a magical tune,
making me smile,
that one day,
the stars came to kiss me,
on a dead end,
where trains reborn...
just to fly away,
and back again...
never to arrive,
with the old, bright,
sweet, golden light...
just like a thought,
that came across...