Beneath the moon’s gentle gaze,
The train whispers through the night,
A symphony of wheels and tracks,
Painting dreams in shadows’ light.

Echoes of journeys long forgotten,
Stories etched in rust and steel,
Each station a silent witness,
To secrets the night trains reveal.

The rhythm of the rails, a lullaby,
Lulling hearts to distant lands,
Where whispers of the past collide,
With the touch of unseen hands.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The midnight train forever roams,
A timeless traveler of the night,
Carrying whispers back home.