The story on her back was painted by empty cargo ships, leaving
this earth but sailing to find who you are, or to deliver the news of
who you are now; the answer was revealed when someone thought
her name, filling the silence in a noisy room

But it was not in the wings that moved; as she strained her face never
moved; concern was the watchtower of her life; was judgment in the
eyes of the man who could not turn his eyes away? But it was her choice as it always is for a beautiful woman

The life on the streets watched as the dream disappeared without
charging fare to those who begged to pay for a new life; he looked to
the sky but did not return his gaze because they did not know each other; but blue knows blue and storms pass because calm is for worry

He wanted to listen to birds singing instead of interpreting darkness;
as terrified of being hurt as he was of being rejected the litheness
of her smooth neck revealed only his own attraction; but does a man
lose his dream or find a new one because she left without a sound?

He was tired of suggestion or hint; he wanted straight talk, no matter
if romance was left behind; she was a human being with every right
to suffer alone, but she didn’t know why or if she should cherish the pain, caught up in blessed hope covered by a past that told her story

The comfort of shadows was because the sun asked too many questions; fear is the only real power in the universe; fear of dying, fear of living; there are things she wants to tell someone in case the morning never arrives, but though the sun rose the ship finalized the distance between us