Find it Ireland

[Timberwolf07]

One More Night,-

Making my way across the square towards the station,-
Just about the time that the time that the last of the twilight fades away.
Passing by that wooden bench flanking the courtyard where I sat and waited,
Knowing that the stars above are shining bright as they turn and wheel overhead,
Slowly turning and looking back to the mountains and seeing them outlined by the rising moon's light,
As I slowly make my way step by step towards the station.
Going to be taking that midnight train out of here,-
And I am making my way to the station step by step the way that I came here,
Picking my feet up and putting them down as I hear my boot heels marking off distance,
Seeing my breath steaming in the frosty air of this brightly lit winter dark with my carryall on my shoulder,
As I seem to hear the old marching song echoing in my thoughts with each step that I take,
("Sound off: 1,2,3,4!; It's time you left....You're right!; Cadence count: 1,2,....3,4"!),
Noticing that I am keeping time to those echoes in my thoughts with each step that's taken.

Knowing that the moon has finally risen and is shining bright,-
Washing it's light over everything but, tonight it won't be shining on me,
As I make my way slowly out of here almost the same way that I came to be here,
And once had been asked to make a wish and simply said that I'd have to pass,
For all I really need now is to have the air that I breathe.
I may be looking as though I have my head bowed in defeat but I'm marking off time,-
With every step that I take as I finally reach the station under that silver moonlight,
Having made it just in time as I hear the conductor giving his cry of: "Alllll Aboooard"!,
Boarding and dropping my carryall from my shoulder in the seat next to me,
As I lean back and close these tired eyes just as the car jerks as we pull out of the station.

Feeling numb and indifferent as I feel the swaying of the car,-
And leaning back in my seat with those tired eyes closed as I hear the clicking of the rails,
As the train's motion and the clicking rails start to work their magic I feel myself relax,
With those thoughts I have had escaping as the clicking rails mark off the distance,
Heading away to where I came from and not giving a damn about those I leave behind,
Never wishing ill on anyone except this time on one that's there and his "Manchurian Candidates".

Feeling the train picking up speed as we approach the passes in the mountains,-
Hearing those mighty diesels humming and singing out there in front of me here,
Knowing that we will soon be passing those tumbled down farms and shacks that are there,
Having confirmed that rumour was false and know that it's time to be leaving,
Unknown if I will be coming back again to that place of wild emotion where those blue hearts did fly,
And distorting all in their passage through there.
Thinking of all that has passed as I doze here in my seat,-
Feeling the swaying of the car and hearing those clicking rails as I leave from here,
Feeling tired mostly as all has taken it's toll and the passing of time beat hell out of me,
And still feeling like that lone soldier who lost every battle yet ended up winning the war,
As I think back to when I arrived on another midnight train and those two cards I saw at my feet,
Having thought they might be omens of what might have come.

Heading through these mountain passes in the midnight hour,-
Knowing that I am leaving and feeling relief of some sort and uncertain if I will be back,
Pushing these thoughts away as I feel Morpheus the dream lord calling and I must answer,
Helped by those clicking rails as I cross through the blue hills and across the border into his plane,
Being lulled into sleep by the train's motion and encountering no dreams.
Feeling the train losing speed as it climbs in the high mountain passes about the time of dawn,-
And looking out to the valley that's down below as the dawn's dark light hits the frost covered trees,
Turning them silver and those beyond taking on a bluish cast going from royal blue to dark indigo,
Knowing I am finally away from that place and the one whom I chose to simply walk away from,
And his "Manchurian Candidates", minions, and others he thinks he can control,
But he can just go and burn in Hell.

As I sit here watching the valley passing by,-
And knowing that I am heading back to where I came from,
Where the warm winds are blowing with the sun heating those blue skies,
So I'll just keep moving the way I came as I make my way down the line.
Not knowing if I will return or have to return to that place I have left,-
But for now I'm feeling fine and knowing that life has come a long way since yesterday,
Happening everyday with nothing being the same and knowing the truth never changes,
So with my feet being quick now and pointed away I'll just be true to myself and make my way back.

Copyright October 2004: Timberwolf International LTD.