Somewhere out there,
In the center of the night
on the edge of the dark ocean
Thunders a train,
A giant serpent winding
through our world
meaning no harm
but reminding me
that much is awake while
we sleep
and much happens out there
in the black distance
where we can’t look
while slumbering.
In the center of the night
on the edge of the dark ocean
Thunders a train,
A giant serpent winding
through our world
meaning no harm
but reminding me
that much is awake while
we sleep
and much happens out there
in the black distance
where we can’t look
while slumbering.
We can’t keep vigil all night
every night,
but we can keep watch
under the sun.
This is not much. But it’s something. I would encourage you to write bad poetry too. It’s the bridge between words and music, and something we all need.