Coursing Through The Night

The resonating night does waiver,

Under the tumult of sundering thought

A tired mind does quietly reminisce

Of memories that perhaps never were

Silhouetted figures rush past in a flurry

Further obscured by the rain-kissed glass

A wave of misty strangers around me

All sondering through adventures of their times

A girl of arresting beauty, sat across from me

Eyes of cerulean blue embellished her pale flesh

Her hair, like a silken quilt of sun-kissed gold

Serenaded her face like the crowns of old

The golden-haired maiden, busy in her technological tales

Glimpsed at me sometimes, through her surreptitious gaze

Stealing moments of glances, she whispered secrets through her eyes

Echoing through the untold silence; the distance between us

And yet, when she moved to leave,

And enter into the wet and dark world awaiting her,

She shyly partook in a final fleeting glance

With the hint of a lingering smile…

And how refreshingly wild it was, to arrest that moment

In a bubble of memory and time;

As she treaded softly on the gentle winding paths
That bring a smile upon the backs of mellifluous dreams