A soft chilly breeze awoke the commuters,
Deep depressed sighs exhaled,
a melancholy air pierced the platform,
And a deathly silence followed it.
That’s when I heard her perpetual exuberance,
Reciprocally humming to the tune of the wind,
Her voice tiptoed to a whisper above the divine instrumental,
She was clairvoyant in her gentle, almost sentimental ethereal connection.
A week passed, unable to catch a glimpse,
my ears remain cognizant,
I catch a glimpse of her speaking,
her mouth moving in the reflection.
Her brown locks hid her appearance,
My eyes distracted by her expressions
as if she was running interference.
I hear her smile and my ears redden,
An enchanting noise exudes from her,
I concluded that it was the epitome of joy.
Her words were scented with a raw, delectable sweetness,
I absorbed her conversation like a bee takes to honey.
Avid, aware and eager to hear each carefully constructed answer,
Captivated, I sat pensive on the train.
My thoughts danced to her sound.
Her stance friendly but body-language signalled she wasn’t to be approached,
Inevitably, people tried like moths drawn to a flame.
The nadir of society's aesthetic restrictions,
she was difficult to find.
So I followed her shadow,
infatuated with the beauty of her mind.