Midnight train through the foggy night
condensation on the windows drips down blue outlines
muted shapes of cities pass by
windowsills, rain gutters, empty churches
the mist as waves on an ocean only we could see
and the tracks sailing over ghostly surf
She was looking out ahead and the radiance from the street lights caressed her cheek
rhythmically
pause, brush of warmth, pause, then again
casting shadows over lips that curved as if to whisper
roses
into eyes that see a dream
which momentarily lit up green
and then shadow
then green
she was walking out the door
feet that barely touch the ground
like a dancer
like nothing I could ever touch
In a black jacket and blue jeans