Beneath the moon’s soft glow, the midnight train departs,
Whispers of iron rails sing tales of old and new.
Through fields and forests, across rivers it charts,
A journey where dreams and memories accrue.

The rhythm of the wheels, a lullaby for the night,
Shadows dance on walls, fleeting and ephemeral.
Passengers lost in thought, seeking solace from plight,
In the embrace of the train, they find something ethereal.

Cities blur past, a mosaic of lights and shades,
Life’s chapters unfold with each passing station.
The train, a silent witness to joy and to fades,
Weaving through time, a constant in motion.

As dawn breaks, the journey nears its end,
The train slows, its whispers grow faint.
New stories await, around each bend,
On the iron rails, where dreams acquaint.