"The Night Train" by Linda Munson Peth

The Night Train is flying, bypassing bigger cities,

Some streaming oriental carpet, jewel of transportation,

Not surprising to anyone that the fog surrounding is clouds

Come down.

The tense is past, and the people got ready:

Packing all their best black clothes,

The basics and all that loveliness,

Pale faces in starlight, buttoning overcoats against the climb,

Feet only slightly above the ground,

Hair done up fine.

Ghost Children bid their friends a fond farewell,

Ready to rise and shine and sing everything at that fleeting station,

For it's a long, long ride to the city,

Though all intend to enjoy a most pleasant cruise,

Riding high on a silk slipstream, current of air,

Updraft, final draft, choosing the best way to go,

Knowing that all God's Children are prepared,

Longing to leave,

Filling up the train compartments,

While some of good comportment wait their turn on the platform,