Night Ride

Empty platforms come and go
As I peer out the cold window
She must be fast asleep by now
Breathing soft and sweet and low

The night is dark, the dark is sheer
Not a single leaf is clear
The moon is deep behind the clouds
The longest evening of the year

And now my seat begins to shake
With the shudder of the brakes
The stranger on my shoulder stirs
And deeply blushes as she wakes

The night is full of things that creep
And I have scars that will not weep
And miles to go before I sleep