poem of the day April 26 

A road hotel

with lots of rooms

each night is filled

with many souls

Weary travelers who

stopped their lives

to be within some fold

Why all those minds 

in need of rest

with different thoughts

of how the world should be

had gathered for a common

goal  intertwined in mystery 

All I know about

the sleep of night

besides a collective snore

is all shared a sacred space

from where dreams would pour

And for a moment all would be one 

until the morning dawn 

then their lives would separate

to head on down the road