Silence In the Sheen

Silently, through morning's light gray sheen, I see a figure coming, coming towards me. Through the mist, she strolls up through the mist, sublime, silvery beauty, can't make sense of this. Who she is... I don't know who she is, she speaks only in whispers, I can't quite hear it. Just a kiss, a soft, unplanned for kiss, it feels so otherworldly, her breath just a wisp. On her way, she's moving on he way, my voice, it has gone silent, can't beg her to stay. Rapidly, I turn around to see the woman now has vanished, I search frantically. The mist fades, the sun burns it away, the woman I see nowhere, just another day... There's the bus, I cannot miss this bus, my job is in the city, sometimes it's too much. But I spy as away the bus rides, the ethereal beauty as she waves goodbye.