The train takes them, these sleepless travelers,
from a land known to them, to a land unknown.
from a familiar sunrise to a foreign dawn.
They are moving to a new country where
the roads are not filled with shadows,
the skies are not thatched with rain and
shattered metal doesn’t block the sky.
They notice the high walls start to recede
in the train’s movement through the air,
the weave and rock of the engines command.
Pass the border, at the final stop,
they disembark, making sure they have
collected their suitcases of edged dreams.