A Poem
Relax, my dear
We have plenty of time
We catch the midnight train.
It's just the final touch
Wait a bit longer
A poem like this
Isn't written within a sigh.
You know and will see
We have plenty of time
The train will be late
It's typical for public transport.
Relax
Are we friends or not?
Share your song of the week
Who knows it stimulates me.
I used all prompts of past week
Prompts
are we friends or not?
the final touch
a poem
the midnight train
typical for public transport
relax
share your song of the week
Boney M - Ma Baker a hit nearly 48 years ago
Oh, I find your art again. A poem. A city. Your art scattered in the ether.
I liked the images you suggest in this poem. You draw, with gentle words, you ask and wait. Everything passes, life is ephemeral. Let's enjoy the moment. Are we friends?
The train will still pass. Will we take it?