Day Three: #WoPoWriMo - Train-Lights

      

Blind train-lights loom

as the frigid,

night’s mist,

comes curling, and caressing

around me,

embracing like arms, or vines,

round a pine tree;

cool and fragile,

as tender,

blown glass;

and a forest, of stark,

strip-lights,

flicker,

to the sound  

of an imagined,

crash.

Nothing’s given over;

nothing asked,

but the stars

all glitter

in response.

The brightest holds out

his beams to me

and requests

my hand

to dance.

Amidst the evening,

we whirl, entranced,

and then stopping,

hold on,

and stand.

Head to head,

eye to eye,

the night offers me

kisses, and heavy 
sighs, as he beseeches,

‘only stay’.

I glance up,

at the squealing train,

and I turn away;

more inclined, 

ever,

to remain, 

here, in his peaceful

arms.

The silent night, 
and I, 
walk home together;

our serenity a soothing balm.