The days pass away,
Always in a whisper or a shout.
People hum to their own drums,
Never seeming to look up.

There is far too much,
Hustle bustle,
City life.
Cobblestone roads and skyscrapers,
Yesterday and tomorrow mingling,
Like time ceased to be.

I saw Merlin in the subway.
As the stations roared by,
His coat fell like a cloak,
Ruffled by a neatly trimmed beard.

An umbrella steadied his hand,
He fingered the hilt as if it were an old friend.
His eyes twinkled though his face was creased.
He talked to the angel across the way.

The ease in which they sat,
As if the stations never came
And their stop was a question of the past.

I saw Merlin in the subway,
He glanced my way,
And smiled as if I’d seen the light of day.