Train Journey - Christmas Eve
Shoot forward through the speeding dark!
Fly screaming, shouting through
The night, towards the future:fly
Past towns, and trees, all dark and blank,
Towards ever towards tomorrow,
And leave my grieving with the wayside dead.
Fierce blackness screaming by,
With livid lights a-flaring, flashing by,
As I stand by the open window.
Cold wind rush by my face,
Tempting me to leap into oblivion -
A clean leap into the void, the dark
That clings, even as it rushes past,
That sucks my breath into the train's wake,
Emptying me of meaning.
No faith, nor fear, nor love, nor any
Warm living feeling in the slipstream,
But only a small, spiky hope,
That slowing, slower, slowly sliding
Into the quiet station - still faintly feeling
Of childhood wonder at the railway's magic -
I may arrive, at last, back in myself.