Jul 18, 2011

Peering out of running trains

The darkness looms on the horizon,
shadowy forms of shrubs
dot the pathway,
As you peer out,
a little gingerly at first,
and then with a firmer grip
on the side bar, you look out.

And watch the train,
curving along its way home.
The amber lights of the signals;
a beacon in the dark, recedes fast.
And with it perhaps a piece of you
departs without a sound.
While the wind plays it own tune
to the rattle and hum of the wheels,
And in tandem you take a deep breath
to try and stall the wind,
somewhere in your mind.

And through glazed eyes,
the wind carries you, to a time,
when hanging out of a train, peering,
did actually hold a thrill.