As dreams crossing through a night sky,
Strangers meet, for more than a meeting;
Hands touch, for more than a touch.
Eyes hold for more than a glance
In a soundless communion of silence.
Then the spell breaks,
As the cold gray of morning dims the city lights;
And breaks the romance of the night
With its fingers of day
Prising into the consciousness the velvet hardness of impermanent,
And breaking the delicate chemistry of the moment.
Images, disappearing in morning mist
As faces in lost time.
One salute and they are gone
You on your path, me on mine.