Trains of Morn

The trains shook me in my amour

which keeps me safe but not warm.

Train whistles like a siren

greeting the hours of a new morn.

I’d pluck the flowers from the treetops

and bend an endless rainbow to see you.

Over the starless morning

these moments are hard to breathe through.

So let’s call it even with the universe

and forget who said what first.

Is that Haley’s comet flying by?

We live in sin and then we die.

I’ll be just fine

right here in my room.

It’s the end of the world

not to be over soon.

I’ll be just fine

sorting it out by myself.

I’ll do just fine,

I don’t need any help.

I’ll go soaring through the fireworks

until I reach your ports.

Until my vessel reaches your harbor

I’ll never feel completely sure.

The morning shook me like a freight train

and hustled me like a street,

but at least I krept through the night

and past the corners from my sleep.