Night is a train
By Annette Marie Hyder
Night is a train with all her windows lit
speeding through the tunnel of my dreams
and passing high above the coming day
on a bridge riveted with stars
and railed with darkness.
Night is a train with all her windows lit
speeding through the tunnel of my dreams
and passing high above the coming day
on a bridge riveted with stars
and railed with darkness.




All aboard the Express Kundalini!
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