On A Train Ride Poem by Robert Uy
On A Train Ride
She sat across from me
Sleeping,
Tangled in the fabric of a quiet dream
Intricately woven by her tailoring mind;
All the while peace was drawn
Across her face,
Serene and beautiful.
I sat across from her
Wishing
That if I let the spell of sleep
Possess me,
Perhaps I will be lost within the same
Quiet dream her mind was weaving
And join her in tranquility.
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5/21/2024 7:00:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
peace drawn across face, good one.