Train sojourn
You are here the poet of all times
light a candle darkness vanishes
keep moving about the train
your body is in equal equation
you become
a part of it in harmonic motion
and
then you can see
the blades of grass smiling

as the wind brushes thy face
on the moving train
your hair, if you have any
I have very little of it,
makes you feel the touch of glory
as the sojourn moves on
ere the end when comes the dawn
and you mourn
why did it have to dawn?

how you wished you could move on
but dawns are as inevitable too
as sunsets become true

so you enjoy the train of life
if only you have
love and sadness
the dawn springs

Okay wake up
now ends your sojourn
let come another dawn
morn after morn
life’s sojourn goes on and on
and on...