W.I. Stoneberger - Midnight Train

Where is that train going?

Only audible in the quietest hours,
rumbling along the edges of sleep.

Who rides those moonlit rails?

In dreams,
I call out to that engineer,
begging to be taken away
- all the way to the end of the line.

W.I. Stoneberger

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