November

warped boards, rocks-litter-and steel
the dixie train track became our midnight trail
steady now, she's walking toe-to-heel
i put out my hand to the ballerina on a tight-rope rail

her legs laying outstretched
parallel over a concrete ledge
anxious for the approaching train
to awaken the pilgrim she became

frame by frame
each passing car
caught a wordless moon
with her stare

slowly our knees entwine
a quiet hand, secretly exploring mine
as chin and lips press up against cheek
consecrated by the dim-lit street

frame by frame
each passing car
caught a wordless moon
with her stare

please, please be patient cuz it's time i need
please, please wait here with me

As the setting sun
uncovered each star one by one
her heart was the night sky
and her eyes had only just begun