The Sound of a Train at Night

At night I can lie in my bed

And feel rumbling through the sheets

The little tremors that shake the world

While I struggle with sleep

Rolling wheels and rhythmic bumps

Over steel spanning miles and years

Become melodious drums to my senses

My iron cicadas of the night

And then comes the whistle

The warning that breaks the silence

A beacon like thunder; as loud as its crack

Yet quiet to all but me

And soon it wanes as it rose

All the sounds and all the feelings

Gone before I could remember

This forgotten part of the night.