On a Train To "dreamendon"

Fingers tapping.... Upon the windows pane To a certain rhythm inside Inside, as the colors and the sights Out of concious mind Quickly pass me by Contemplating deeply, I suppose Heaven knows.... While out of the corner of my eye Suddenly, I break this course of thought As I see her sitting there A cup of coffee held warmly Within her soft and lovely hands Her beautiful smile As she notices my glance Upon a train.... Bound for someones somewhere? And I think unto myself While staring back out Quickly across the ambient skies Unto a world, far beyond this place.... Tapping my fingers gently As I turn to see her again Thinking of forever, thoughts And how, I have never believed In chance.... Touching the windows frame Wondering about her life, her story, herself My eyes, beyond these color marked skies, now Turning, with a cup of coffee Still, within her perfect and precious hands Smiling as I amber Slowly to where she sits Tapping her fingers, and tilting her head "Hello my dear, have not I met you before?" A gleam of acknowledgment As she smiles and says, "Yes" Upon a train.... Going to someones somewhere? I take a seat, and I boldly take her hand Knowing, as the conductor calls out "Tickets please; " as she reaches into her purse And I, within the pocket of my shirt As I gaze into her eyes Deeply, as she gazes into mine Next stop; tapping upon the table top To a rhythm, of beautiful thoughts Eyes turning unto the ambier skies Her hand, now gently clutching mine "I have never believed in chance," she said As I slowly leaned forward And then, softly kissed her parting lips "Here we are," she quietly whispered Into my now, enraptured ears Upon a train.... Unto someones somewhere? As the conductor called out, "Welcome" ...................."To"................... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ "Dreamendon" ~