Sapphire glimmers all around, closed gates on another way,
She stands with her back turned, hair midway half-up half-down; black and brown, celestial, a star,
But she’s out of reach, my hand lightly grazes the breeze her persona casts and I lunge for more,
Heart racing, I sprint at Olympic speed, she’s right ahead of me. I’ll catch up soon.
There’s a tram on 41st labeled Silverpine. As the ear-shattering whistle bellows, and comes to a stop I jump on.
I see her, she’s just ahead, seating a few rows up, legs crossed, black stocking, leather boots, there’s something ethereal about her.
Unbalanced, I dare myself to stand, and so I do, making my way to the celestial.
I can see the back of her head. My breathing accelerates; my lips open. Should I call her ma’am? I ask myself. No, miss..
But as soon as my lips part the noise and my hand runs down her shoulder, she is gone.
I step back.
What happened.. was it all a dream?
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around.
A hand is extended and she introduces herself as Jess.
Confused I shake her hand before she waves goodbye and disappears into the expanse.
Was it all a dream?
I don’t think so.