A Train Towards Dusk

A Train Towards Dusk

A whisper of peace, love, sleep

Chills my ear. Your head

Lays on my shoulder, rocking

Gently with the swaying train.

Fingers twisted and entangled

Like a cage to contain

Us together. A squeeze locks

Us together. I hold my breath.

The train chugs through hills

And past trees as winter

Invades, purple night overtakes

A bluer sky. Somewhere

A fire burns. Perhaps in

The woods, blurred by motion

And a frosting window. Perhaps

In the engine of this train,

Driving us towards the dusk

Just beyond the horizon.

Perhaps in the hearts of young

Lovers, fueling a passion

Deeper or lighting them

From above, revealing them

To the world and to each

Other. Perhaps anywhere

But in our compartment we

Share. Only dying embers,

Ash and sparks, tingle our

Hearts and light our heads,

Just light enough to see yours

Resting on my shoulder

Reflecting against the frosted

Window but dimming more and more,

Calling for sleep. The train

Chugs on. Towards cold. Towards

Winter. Towards night as you rest

Your head on my shoulder and

I hold my breath.