I left her in the dead of night,
A shadow in a shadow world,
A tick that never has occurred
With skies like molten pearls outside.
Far down beneath, a train cries out
And moves towards the morning red
I watch it leave out of my bed
And disappear into the clouds.
I leave myself by waking light,
A pill upon my heavy tongue.
The train tracks seem to sunrays strung
And with them quiver from my sight.