Violet clouds
wih rosy hues
follow me
along the way,
same autumn trees
and silver lakes
I'm passing by
every Saturday.
It's getting dark,
but not quite so;
the sky is an evening show
of lavenders and irises
blossoming in afterglow.

This journey
hurts so beautifully
as we move away,
I am waiting patiently
until next Friday

and every Friday after that
for a dark, noisy train -
no purple sky or rosy hues
appear to entertain

But I love it
so much more
believe me, for it's true,
because at the end
of every journey,
once again,
I see you.