Already a figment the station farewell,
The streaming past flood plains and hills we know well…

Long last the anxious haul has ceased,
Near broken by relentless test,
With searching for we know what least
Yet least be known our plucky quest.

Oh beautiful, majestic Denmark!
Open, gracious greens and blues
Instilled a hope amidst the stark
And brought alight our final fuse.

I deem that every railroad rover
Tipped at speed round lake and mound
Is awed by skirts they’re keeling over,
Sickness fretting all abound.

When rolling into T-Centralen
Small and sudden glimpses cry
Adieu to England as my haven;
Stockholm now is ours to pry.

One can’t quite shake out
The feeling, surreal,
When imaginings sprout
No relief now it’s real

But it’s real and this fear
Spilling over in me
Screams “Freedom is here,
Your life longs to be!”