Spill My Thoughts

When the Moon Strikes Midnight (1/22/20)

When white stars blink,

And the moon sighs mist,

For long, I stay up;

I sit awake and think.

I board the train at midnight,

When the moon says to go.

The ride is one of mystery

Once I'm there, I will know.

When the train slows to stop,

The passengers get off

But no, oh not me!

To there, I do not go.

No, for me the train goes on

And on and on and on

White steam billows forth

And trails the train beyond.

We ride on through dark woods

Misty fog fills my glass.

Now everything is bleak and gray

I sit back tight

And wait until

Safely, we've gone away.

I look outside at dream like fae

Float through fields of dew kissed plain.

Before the moon brings back the day

Consumed in flowers, children play.

Soon,

The train slows to stop

Now this is where I get off.

The sun now calls my thoughts to day;

I have traveled far enough.

But when the stars don their glow,

And the evening sighs gray mist,

Once I finish all my list

To Night, I run to play.

For when the moon strikes midnight,

The next train I must not be late!