The Night Train

I hear the faint rumbling of the night train on the edge of time. It's melodious rhythm soothes this weary and time worn mind.

Through the darkness I hear the clackety clack as it slowly makes its way. Getting closer and closer with each passing day.

“All aboard, all aboard,’ I can almost hear the conductor say ‘Don‘t be late, all aboard now and have your tickets ready for our next stop is heavens gate.’

I check my heart, I check my soul. I want to be sure that the ticket that I possess is paid in whole, so I check not once but thrice as I see the night trains distant but ever nearing light.

As I stand now on the platform waiting on the arrival of this my final day, I retrace my life's steps and realize the many things I that have done in now my solitude of regret.

I didn't want it to be this way. I didn't wish anyone in my life any sorrow or pain. For I can now recall every facet of my life as I stand on the platform of the edge of a soon to be endless night.

I recall all the things I've said and done. I remember the words which spoke of love and life that I did not say. I see the hurt to others that I in haste did cause as I made it along life's path culminating unto this day.

Louder and louder the sound now grows. Brighter and brighter the trains coming light. I feel fear, I feel the night air. I’m uneasy as my body grows cold.

It's almost here. It's almost time. I see the sparks fill the night sky. I turn back and look as if to my past I wave. Yet it is not there, it is gone. It has in the soft hush of night passed away.

The train is here and I think no more. For what once was has sighed it's last breath. My next stop, my next song shall be sung on a far away and distant shore...

All aboard...

J. Allen Wilson ©
8/18/2017