Poetry Pleases: Night Journey
Caroline Glyn is lost in her own thoughts on a night journey.
The brilliant headlights flash the way ahead,
Whiten the passing tree-trunks,
Blacken the dark black night.
I cannot hear the chugging engine roar,
The rustle of newspapers, merry chatter and laughs.
I live alone in my black sphere, its white inhabitants
Out of the night.
