It’ll be midnight
in an hour.
Meet me by the bookshelves.
We can slip
between the people
and their thoughts
un-muddled
by desire.
It’ll soon be past
the hour.
Meet me near the
fountain.
Never mind the lovers.
They don’t let go.
As how the air holds
jasmine.
It will be eternity when
another hour passes.
Meet me by the lantern.
As I wonder
if that light
leads you  
toward another,
love there.
The chime, the bell, the chord
The time has passed without
an answer.
Meet me by the track
as the shade
is let down
by the station master.