Rails divide the twilight
each spark a fleeting star;
I lean into the window
to ask how far we are
A stranger hums beside me
his eyes recall the wheat;
we share our quiet journeys
and find them both complete
No ticket names forever
no schedule can explain—
that endings are beginnings
disguised as outbound train
At last the lights of somewhere
shine softly through the pane—
the world keeps reinventing
its reason to remain