Last train from St Pancras By John Stocks The last train is waiting at the station With all tension, all motion stilled On this night of grey- ice, hoar frost, Know this Sometimes it is enough just to exist. On the longer journeys time stops Is as fixed as every station clock Under starlight, when nothing stirs. Perhaps you were the green eyed girl Who sighed, As if weary of life’s travails As if weary of all your lives? Briefly we shared Our parallel lines. Perhaps on some other track We know each other? Have shared our dreams And sit together Watching the snow flurries come and go Where the last train waits; forever on the platform.