A roar echoes through trembling stones,
cracking amongst crowds headed east.
A man walks, glancing across the tracks.
His gaze stops on a woman whose beauty
mystifies his soul. Captivated,
he knows they have to meet. He moves
towards her, finding his way across
the tracks. A whistle fades in the
distance as he draws near, their eyes
touch, locking, forever within rings.
© River Urke 2011