The Night Train

Written by: Adam White

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.