Thoughts on the Train

Mountains high enough to touch the God,

to reach the numinous.

Impart your wisdom onto me- make me

the wiser.

Dark cold nights cloud the judgement of men

as the sunlight is shrouded from us.

Now I walk blindly with a dying torch;

Only memory of the layout can help you now.

Moon shining high in the sky,

God of tides and water,

guide me as you do the waves

so I may find my way home

To see the next sunrise.