As I lay on the soft, cushion of my pillow,
A blanket wrapped around me,
I breathe steadily as I wait for that moment,
The dazzling shafts of moonlight gaze upon me through the slits in my blinds,
Its light creating mysterious patterns of shadows on my hands,
I breathe and listen.
All is quiet,
But then…a low rumble,
It gathers momentum as quickly as lightning,
I feel the ground shaking beneath me as it prepares to pass,
And then it comes,
The deep whistle, lonely and strong,
Piercing the depths of the solemn night.
In it I lay,
By the train’s whistle.