The day, the days they pass. Soon once more the night train appears. Misted windows from the warmth inside, a chill out here. No driver or passengers I board and we head off down the tracks soon lost in darkness. I guess this must be sleep. Gentle and peaceful yet dark, dangerous and fitful. The doubts are there, which is real?
Then one night I see you waiting in the dark shadows of the train. We meet, time could have stood still although we’ve changed, different yet the same. Older, we think wiser. Maybe, the feelings we both know are unchanged. Moments shared, words spoken all still there. Sleep it seems is truth, life the lie.