Homing

17/03/2012

Empty, unconscious
Thoughts aside
Staring through the condensate
Two young girls
Wave across
But I can only smile
The calming, constant bumping
Cradles gentle sway
Hypnotising, locked in heat
Lingers, lethargically, through the day
Don't know how i got there
Or the time it took
But it was the correct destination
When my feet stepped off the bus

Samh