you slept soundly
noisily
until the train came
to take me away
to a place warm with morning sunbeams
that fell on my cheeks and made my hair prickle
to a place where the breeze carries mist
that baptizes me in my dreams
and my despair
is that one day you might
join me there
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
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