Train Home Poem by Pablo Cruise

Train at the station
Somewhere to go
Stand on the platform
Hear the whistle blow
Hand on my ticket
Anxious to roam
Eyes in the distant
Visions of home
Contoured and streamlined
Fine silvery shot
Eastbound intentions
Not easily forgot
Mind on your form
One foot on board
Miles of decisions
Destined reward
All The World moving
No turning back
Next town is history
Just stay on track
Dusk has been inked
Only one night
Image soon realized
You’ll be in sight
This life is over
Never rang true
Ticket is a one way
I know what to do
Rhythm of the rails
Sway me in my chair
Slumber seeps in and out
I close with little care
Somewhere between
Waking and sleep
I reveal my intentions
A softly spoken peep
In mind I take your hand
Your eyes in shy decline
With one half conscious breath
To no one’s ears, “Will you be mine? ”