Beyond the Fading Light

The platform chills, a breath of frozen sigh,

The iron beast, a shadow in the sky

Of twilight's hush, its final whistle keen,

A call to voids where no track has been.

No tickets checked, no destination named,

Just silent souls, by weary stardust claimed.

Each carriage waits, a lantern's gentle gleam,

Reflecting faces caught within a dream.

They carry burdens lighter than a feather,

Memories fading, bound by unknown weather.

The world recedes, a whisper on the breeze,

As anchors lift from ancient, rooted trees.

Through silvered windows, stars begin to blur,

A cosmic canvas, where all doubts demur.

The engine's rhythm, a forgotten tune,

Carries spirits past the weary moon.

No forward thrust, no turning back in sight,

Just endless drift through an eternal night.

And "nowhere" dawns, not emptiness or dread,

But pure dissolution, softly, gently spread.

A merging quiet with the nebulae's embrace,

A timeless journey, finding its own space.

No boundaries here, no shore to ever find,

Just boundless being, leaving self behind.

So let the wheels turn, on paths of starlit dust,

A final voyage, in eternal trust.

To cease the searching, the striving, the keen pain,

And simply be, on the last, silent train.

The destination? Just the journey's end,

Where all beginnings beautifully transcend.