At the stroke of midnight
the owls make a funny cry
just as the midnight train passes
I relive the moment
when you walked out of my life
it was in the warm darkness
you walked into the night
catching that midnight train to Kenora
I felt the weight of my heart upon my feet
trudging through the desert of loneliness
where the sun of the Kalahari
could not compare
to the heat from the tears burning its way
down the cracks in my cheek
I cried waterfall of tears
until the well of my being ran dry
The night owl that watches cried for me
reflecting the sorry I cast to the world
the chug f the midnight trained
shukutu, shutuktu skutun chugged forever
like a rusty wheel on the tracks loved built
The midnight train to Kenora
Is the train that took my heart away
the train that I wished would stay
And hope it would return some day
BAW (c) 2011
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