MIDNIGHT
TRAIN By Jim Kittelberger
Weary eyes refuse to close, and I'm tired down to my toes, yet another
sleepless night seems plain when I hear the midnight train.
Its that sound, that sound, it speaks to me clackity-clack
clackity-clack, the great steel wheels intoning their mantra, clackity-clack clackity-clack, a fountainhead of imagination
and quest clackity-clack clackity-clack, wait, please wait, but again, too soon it passes me by.
Clackity-clack
clackity-clack that hypnotizing sound calms me, soothes me, yet beckons me as sea maids entice the sailor,
Clackity-clack
clackity-clack that evoker of memories, moments, dreams. my whole being stirs, contemplates, then quiets
The
iron colossus turns gently east into the midnight darkness The ever increasing distance dimming the sound, fainter,
fainter, fainter until it is no more. my eyes close and dreams begin.
Copyright 2001 Jim Kittelberger.
All Rights Reserved.
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