Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Night Train

The car is nearly silent as the train rolls gently on;
The sunsets long behind you, and there's hours yet to dawn.

The gentle rock and sway become the rhythm of your mind,
A numbing repetition that will lead you to unwind.

You watch the darkened land go by, silent in the dull
And eerie light that glimmers as the moon is waxing full.

From somewhere in the darkness
Comes the whistle's lonely wail-
The haunting, stirring echo that's the voice of the rail.

The words begin to gather and you take in hand your pen
And smile a little, knowing that it's happening again.

For nothing in creation will compel a soul to write
Like staring out the window of a moving train at night

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