MIDNIGHT TRAIN By Jim Kittelberger Weary eyes refuse to close, and I'm tired down to my toes, yet another sleepless night seems plain when I hear the midnight train. Its that sound, that sound, it speaks to me clackity-clack clackity-clack, the great steel wheels intoning their mantra, clackity-clack clackity-clack, a fountainhead of imagination and quest clackity-clack clackity-clack, wait, please wait, but again, too soon it passes me by. Clackity-clack clackity-clack that hypnotizing sound calms me, soothes me, yet beckons me as sea maids entice the sailor, Clackity-clack clackity-clack that evoker of memories, moments, dreams. my whole being stirs, contemplates, then quiets The iron colossus turns gently east into the midnight darkness The ever increasing distance dimming the sound, fainter, fainter, fainter until it is no more. my eyes close and dreams begin. Copyright 2001 Jim Kittelberger. All Rights Reserved.