Flashback

She often sees the same recurring dream:

On gloomy morning wind is sweeping streets,

An empty station - she gets on a train,

Sits by the window to look at the rain

Brief second, eyes go up and catch the eyes

Of perfect stranger just across the aisle

He’s smiling at her, frame frozen in time

Unforgettable moment sublime

Well, she perhaps should stop the stare

There are too many things the eyes can share

It is better to simply avoid this unscheduled affair

Yet, there is something she cannot explain

Years will go by, they’ll never meet again

Could time reverse its tracks back to the day

On board of that passenger train...

He will get off and walk into the light

She’ll close her eyes to lose the line of sight

She is too grown up for silly dreams

And she shouldn’t act on a whim

But how it happened no one can explain

So many meetings she would have again

Yet none will ever make her feel the same

Like on board of that passenger train

The most important didn’t fit the plan

Who knows, maybe stranger was the One

Now all that’s left is just a distant gleam

Flashback memory wrapped in a dream.

 2012.