The night train is a special kind of creature
A great metal beast that speeds through the dark countryside
Swaying rhythmically
So many dreams in motion
An entire population in limbo

I’m sitting at the window
Watching the pinpoints of light rushing by
Captain Kirk must’ve felt something like this
When Mr. Sulu took them through warp speed
When the stars went by,
Did Spock feel anything?

Against the sky I can make out the silhouette of a hill
The hill seems to be beckoning to me
I too am tempted to disembark at the next station
and find my way to the hill
Another time, perhaps… I say to myself
The night train sways with gentle laughter