Train Station Poem by Ivan Sokac

There is a tremble in my glancing eye.
Station is full,
and one after another are preparing to depart.
People...
Trains...
I dreamed of them all.
I know where they are going and where they will arrive.
Good for them!
Such a huge horizon and infinite space.
I am wishing them farewell
with well known pictures in my head.
Need to get away swiftly before I become insane.
It's already too late.
And I didn't even drink my coffee.
I did not feel the ardor between my fingers.
...And they are already gone.

Train station is full again,
and one after another are preparing to leave.
People...
Trains...