We descend over the city long after nightfall I look for her eyes in the lights below I think perhaps I can spot them if I look closely I am faster through the airport than the old folks and the children Watch for my bags with a heart beating through my chest Smile at the dogs on duty And oh what joy She is not a dream but flesh and blood and world in a pinpoint She is just as I have left her The only soul who has ever been beautiful under fluorescent white The only soul who has ever drawn joy from me in the airport And oh what joy She is not a dream She is mine