The train doors slid open with a mechanical sweep and she stepped in amongst the other passengers.
Always, she is plugged into her earphones and always, she prefers to lean against the glass panel at the doorway.
The doors remained gaping as the last human trickles filtered in, as he did, through the very doorway she had entered.
Like her, he chose to lean against the glass panel at the doorway, right across from her.
Instinctively, she looked up in the same instance that he did.
Their eyes met.
And they held each other for a few moments.
And in those few moments, her mind was darting through her memories to recognise his face, as he too seemed to be doing.
A sense of wonderment surged through and made her hold up a hand to her mouth in delighted astonishment; across from her, amazement shone from his eyes as a smile crept onto his face, and he came towards her.
To quote him, a serendipitous encounter as such is a magnificent Christmas gift.
And it is. 🙂
A rainy evening it was as I made my way towards the exit of the establishment with my lady friend. Within stranger’s proximity, he too was walking in the same direction with his companions.
Our separate quiet chatters seemed to entwine in the cool evening air as we convened towards the door, and with passer-by’s intuition we slowed down to allow his group to pass.
While they did, he stopped a distance behind them, doing the same thing we did.
I glanced in his direction and gave him a smile.
He gave a nod as a grin upturned his wrinkled mouth and his eyes caught mine and twinkled in his aged face.
”You’re welcome, madam.”
Chivalry never grows old.
Canter to a halt, quiet
Still air laden; the leaves they whisper
Of martyrs and legends;
Blood once spilled where
Poppies grow, and silence that
Falls ’round the castell old;
Take me to the maiden, bound
To the dark night; take me in place
Of purity and light.
(Photo location: Eilean Donan, Scotland)
He smiled from behind his shades
Raised a brow, cocking his head
Asking if I was coming on;
Alas, he’s not the one I was
Waiting for, so I shook my head and
Waved with a smile bright as day
To which he waved and returned,
A tad wryly, yet a smile nonetheless
Chanced, before we pulled away.
Arrest me with your eyes
For I’m guilty as charged
For the love I have raided
From the depths of your heart
Throw me in the prison
Of your tenderly warm arms
For I‘m guilty, yes I’m guilty
From the depths of my heart.
Slide it up your skin
Bronzed, silken warmth
Do it up buttoned down
Your torso, it furnishes well;
But that finishing touch
The cherry on top, is the
Suave-making folded sleeve
To dress a man up hot.
In a parallel universe
We could be sitting before
Each other, taking in every
Nuance of our connection;
And our souls would meet
On such spiritual planes
That they would flow and
Weave us together again.