Of all the countless stars I see
And the dim lights across the field
And the stations carelessly passed
I finally breathe.
When you’re rushing, rushing
And then you look up at the sky
Of all the countless stars you see
One shines bright.
Across the moors there is a frail
road; a lone bike stands by
Staring at the passing train
The calves graze on
A dim lantern keeps its stand
Protector of the muddy homes
Kingdom under thatched roofs –
Of all the darkness that I see
I see you, if I close my eyes.
Sleepless night of sleepy eyes
Herb and water sits by my side.
The train halts as dawn
I order two butter omelette fries.