Silver

A sliver of grey
Delivers me on
Through tunnels and cuttings
Till most travellers are gone

Papers are strewn
Across now empty chairs
Smoky reflections on windows
Cast ghostly stares

Dark looming clouds
Fill up the skies
Their leaden umbrella
Stretches so wide

I long for a silver
That sparkles bright
That lifts up the spirits
Not hampers delight

Not ashen or granite
Nor somber or stone
What around me now
Can atone

The shiny heart necklace
Of the lady near me
The platinum rings
Of those in my company

Earrings that shake
As the train flies by
The glittering powder
That shadows her eye

Whispery highlights
All pearly and light
Carry me to
Where I must alight

Destination reached
Empty carriage I depart
My colours all sorted
My day set to start