Neon Light

Waiting in the early hours by the
silent tracks I await the light to
appear at the end of the
long dark tunnel

Cool fresh air that brushes against 
my face awakens me - to feel so
alive I breathe in the fresh air
before it gets spoiled by
the traffice of the day
that still sleeps

I listen to the tracks as they call to me
their melody sings the rail vibrates
you can hear the rolling stock in
the distance now approaching
bright neon lights glow
in the darkness

Smell the damp earthiness lifted
as a cool breeze flows gently
I see the light at the end
of the tunnel