The Train

At two AM, it comes Seven days a week With its lonely haunting cry The train calls to me Beckons me to its tracks In the stillness of the night I hear its lonesome song A melody of steel and steam It whispers of distant places Of unknown destinations And carries the hopes and dreams Of those who ride its metal frame I stand at the edge Feeling the vibrations beneath my feet As it rushes by with a thunderous roar I am drawn to its mysterious allure In the darkness, I find solace In the rhythm of its wheels And as it fades into the distance I am left with the echoes of its call