Arrivals, departures, delays -
Endless train of winding queues
Matched with twang of monotone calls.
The stale air swivels
Through the doors and drags
Its belly to the seats
And after a curious glance or two
More and more of twangs and queues.
But there she came
In brightest blue
And in strokes of instant charm
All my sighs were filled with sky
Fragrant then with dawning light
That shoots my soul in joyous flight
Into the realms of fancy's bliss
Chiming now with lilting peace.
And then my call to join the queues...
Check in your visions and leave.
The world flies like thrown rocks -
Further both from dawns and dreams.