alight

3am in a desolate station,
not a soul around.
Only a distant sound of a carriage hints at why
I was there at that time.
Slowly further ...
Gradually fainter...

A mixed feeling of loneliness and serenity;
chilly air pervades the bones,
coldness creeps into the heart.

The night is darkest just before dawn...
(Be still my young beating heart)