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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
peace drawn across face, good one.