The Bus Chronicles: Little Princess

You meet the most interesting people in public transportation... You'd be surprised the stuff that I come up with when I'm sleep deprived and I have nothing better to do but spy on the poor soul that just want to get to their destination...

I saw the cutest little princess on the bus today

A little sleeping beauty in her own right

Her skin was sandy beige, her hair mighty red

A little pink to brighten her eyes,

A bouquet of white roses as headband

Flashing fuchsia on her tiny nails

Little Pocahontas loafers with beaded eagles

that soar as high as her bubble gum dreams

A chunky ring, maybe the legacy of some forever lost dynasty

She slept so peacefully when she made her escape

Would that be a tear I see, my fair little lady?

Or just the broken remains of wonder faraway?

She walked away 

She swayed away

She left and I had to remember 

That the cold breeze of October

Is maybe what lead me to believe

A young woman, a stranger

Could be a little fairy princess

Or a baby sleeping beauty