She Sat Staring out the window, transfixed by something as the tram departed
What was revealed in the city lights?
What divine providance does she see out the window?
Some secret held behind her eyes.
Was it beauty that locked her gaze outward, or was it fear?
her mind invaded by phantoms of claws and blood.
The light a fleeting Sanctuary, Safety with a quickly approaching experation, Maybe I'm wrong and the dark itself is haven, Safety in being unseen.
The skyline glimmers and sings, yet it has no voice, it is dead silent.
I'll never know what she saw out there but it was nice to dream anyway.
She gets up to leave and the muse in my mind dissolves.