Train Tracks Along the Milky Way

In a circular, infinite display,

Train tracks mirror the Milky Way.

Doors shut gently, sealed in place,

Footsteps echo rhythms of greetings and goodbyes.

One breath in, one breath out, until passengers find their space.

From dusk's farewell, dawn's rising light,

Within life's cycle, souls take flight.

Born from shadows, on a mountain top.

In twilight's hush, spirits begin their ascent,

While others greet dawn with hearts content.

Mortality sits and waits,

Pipe in hand, at the locomotive’s final stop.