The train pulled into the station
Unlike the movies
There was no smoke from which you appeared
You just stepped off the train
Graceful
Plain pumps preceding lovely legs
Supporting a lovely body
A lovely smile was on your lovely face
A small carry-on bag matched your purse
The gloomy train station now became stylish
You were there
I watched you approach the main rotunda
Slightly bobbing my head with the rhythm of your steps
In a strange way
It was more exciting just watching you
Than to join you in a sweet embrace
But the growing number of morning commuters
Obstructed my view
I’ll find you
Dodging my way through briefcases, coffee and doughnuts
I came close to where my eyes just left you
In your place was a three-piece suit
Worn by a lifeless man in glasses
Pale skin replaced your ebony silkness
You were gone
I searched and searched
My heart beating faster than my feet were moving
Pain and fear etched on my face
My body drenched with sweat
Where did you go?
I screamed your name
Oh no
I opened my eyes sitting up in the same movement
The dream was over
There you were
With me
You never left

BE

is the dream.

Just my personal, unbiased opinion. :)

Beautiful, Heartbeat.

A

holds the key to this reality.

Butta smooth, BE. No doubt.

saleem

Nice Heartbeat :D

mmmmmm ... very nice BE

very very nice

*smiling*

:heart:

Destee

this loud and clear! Such a beautiful dream, and even more beautiful reality.

B

beautiful scribing BE......
let da ink run

this was smooth...nice.

very interesting poem BE, enjoyed it...