The Station

The Station

Amongst the twisted stone and steel
Swept speedily my lover came
In summer haze; expectantly
Eyes misty, disembarked the train

Mere seconds passed, time ran still
Shrill whistle birdsong to my heart,
I caught my first true sight of you,
All hope arrive, all fear depart.

Shocked suddenly, awake, at last
While carriage snaked, clanked and creaked
My orphan arms surrounded you
My tongue too tied to even speak

As if a ghost from some fey dream,
Yet touch so real, enraptures me,
Your soft full face flaunts want we've known,
The need for us shared openly.

Nudged gently by a friendly breeze,
That lifted high a newsprint bird,
While it soared away on paper wings,
We left the station without a word.

For Victoria who makes every romantic moment last thankfully longer
than 'Brief Encounter'.