the mass of people and stifling urban air
believing I was alone but then my eyes
were transfixed by a young woman on a pew.
She rose, I noticed her beauty:
clothes from an era long since past,
tall and alluring with platinum hair,
I glimpsed her lovely eyes and sensed despair.
She smiled sadly and then vanished
as the sun illuminated holy murals
and I noticed a beam of light, speckles of dust
wondering if she were there at all.
Last night I fell into a vivid dream
following her out of the silent church.
Like the sun burns away a wispy cloud
she disappeared...into the city crowd.