Transitory

Transitory How to kill time on a train .... haha! A beautiful face in the crowd, apparently a visual delight. Lights sparkle in the eyes. Time becomes still, like in the hush of the night. A slight glance, a shift in posture, more welcoming, warm! Uneasy is the mind, shoulders tense at this open gesture. Concentration strays from the confines of reason. The mind creates images, Alluring, attractive, unavailable! Fathomless lesion. Moments pass incredibly slow, but it comes to an end. A new chapter sprouts with the end of the last. Nothing left to amend.