sentiments with trains

Overview

by Macdara Woods

 I  am here in my waiting room
Over  the  aural park
Hearing  the announcement
Of how the  railway lines
Will soon  be  disconnected

But how  beautiful is  the luas
That runs  above the  park
Beneath my  bedroom window
Quick and  busy in the dark
Imprinting  sense on things

Up here 
where  I turn on  the light
To make a  note of it
While  down there
 nightly  in the rain
The ghost-train  of my life
Rolls on across  the steppes