The Night Train

Between the easy virtue of the night; virgin morn We board the train. It thunders ever further on Melancholy metallic chants; it’s voice. Rhythmic song Our fragile dreams mere freight; to carry with no particular regard. And passes stamped; tracks irrevocably laid Await the jolt; the ticket collector’s awakening call We will the thundering beast to slow; or lose it’s way For perhaps this will be the night; the journey ends Far further along this unforgiving track; or not quite there Just not where they think we ought to be.