Night train...

Today's prompt from Claudia over at http://dversepoets.com/ is solitude, 

which is something I could write a lot about.  However the first thing that came to mind was a lonely train ride I once took;  I guess it needed to get out of my head and onto paper ( cyberspace?) to be done with it.  You know what I mean, I think.  So it fits, I think into the category satisfactorily.. 

                        by klr

The night train sounds three times,

warning of early betrayal - too late, though,

rolling along 'neath s butter yellow half moon

Tears scorch my cheeks, tickle my collarbone;
my throat chiseled raw, it's hard to swallow the 
revelation at dawn's light

                                                      

Rambling, the train curves round the jungle-lined riverbed 
Feeling swept away like debris, life clings to life

On my way to the cosmic fair, by way of the golden valley,
I see splintered red stained glass, remnants strewn along the tracks,
of broken dreams I came all this distance to only return

Slowing at each small station, the train collected more crocheted hearts

to ride awhile
While the clapping engine hugs mountain slopes, 

I leave new souvenirs I might have dragged home

Motion of the train rocks me into a semi-sleepy state, 
marbled mauve- amber sky creeps into my finished heart
Unwanted, early stars meet my eyes with unfair abandon;

the sun slips under the covers of nightfall's descending steps

Then, I feel invisible hands pushing and pulling me forward,
rushing me into a taxi as I lower my head
It hurries me to the great grey gull of a jet when its hull swallows me
and sharp steel blades of a rudder cut deeper the flesh in my chest,
slicing and shedding it recognizably

Now the air that once carried love letters long distance returns me 

to my former life....in the cavernous night sky, 
I hear the faint whistles of that endless summer receding into my past