End of the Line

Take me out in darkness

Where the only light is black

Like a railway platform leading

To the forms that end the track

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Let endless trains of thinking

Pass, ghostly, through the night

And cease their whistling thunder

In a silence turning bright

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Let what I am-not die there

On the empty, singing rails

As sleepers are run over

As tickets blown in gales

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Within St Stephen’s radiance

Let me feel the tingling dawn

And pay my all to face it

At the station of St John

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©Stephen Tanham

Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit teaching school of modern mysticism that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.

The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials and corresponding supervision are provided month by month without further commitment.

Steve’s personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at stevetanham.wordpress.com.