Broken Pattern

O but how you press on
Through the night
Your eyes gleaming
Brighter than any horse that’s come before you

Many times you’ve stopped on your path
To help me along my own
But now, as night begins to cover the sky
You are nowhere to be seen

But wait, what’s that?
A faint glitter of hope?
Yes, tis you, rounding the corner, over the horizon
I see you now, your eyes shining bright

Steadfast you travel
Until finally, you reach me
Opening your doors wide
With the hush of pneumatics

An Ode to the Bus