The night train

The night train chugs along..
Shining lights within..
Windows hold back more than they reveal..
The eye instead of the scene outside..
It shows a glimpse of the self she avoids..
Not a mirror showing an image she wants to see..

But in the mysterious darkness outside lies her interest..
Looking for something..
But for these lights, visibility would be ordinary..
Streaking past her eyes, a blue blur..
Tunnel lights paint lines.
Blocking vision by the day.. Wretched tunnels..
Now the beacon of light..
Mystery holds, of the night outside..

Looking around she sees destinies..
Intertwined with hers..just so for the trip..
Perfect families..lovers.. Children..
Bound together in a slice of space time..
The Lovers not intrigued by the darkness outside..
Love makes time space irrelevant..dislodges the anchor.
The darkness outside remains..tempting to be claimed.

The night train chugs along.