By Steam Train

The big black engine snorting, Driven by the power of steam The whistle blowing to trail Far behind it’s muted scream, Forging through the night. I’m safe and warm inside Enjoying every single second Of that comfortable ride A sense of isolation A feeling of escape As we steam on through A dark blurred landscape. In that intimate compartment Almost like being in a cocoon Half awake half dreaming until Journey’s end all too soon. Nothing quite as luxurious as A long night journey by train, Reality slowly returning to A reluctantly waking brain. Back out into a real world Of noise cold and light Waiting friends at the barrier Coming slowly into sight. The big black engine crouching At the platform’s very end. Whispering a steamy goodbye Almost like a parting from a friend.