The dark sky is bright as I approach the midnight,
the distant light just a shimmer.
I wrestle vivid dreams only to choke back silent screams,
the rail of my past grows ever dimmer.
Parallel lies on the twin tracks of our lives,
the silver rails still shine.
Far round the bend waits the future we portend,
the distant engines whine.
Night train coming, I hit the ground running;
all my planning has brought me here.
Too terrible to contemplate, I can only anticipate
what the blinding light will make clear.
Long before it's seen the gleaming engine screams;
never quite what you expected.
The approach ever slow as the trees begin to glow;
my scarlet hopes soon deflected.
It's suddenly here the hard steel breathing fear;
the dim cast now blinding bright.
No longer concealed my track now revealed,
I step off into the light.