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.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
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.
