Grand Central Station

Step down
Into the caves of modern man
Weave through the blur of impatient colors
Stand in the marbled gleam of negative space
Inside the hurried devotion to the iron god

There
Beneath the clock
Two almost lovers stood like living art
She took the fabric of his shirt
Pulled him to her
Wished him back through time

He kissed her
Will we meet again?
He asked her
We always meet
She said
Meeting isn’t the hard part

There
Where time moves forward
Lovers part like the Red Sea
The miracle of discovery
The intangible goodbye
Woven through the blur of impatient colors
Lost in the gleaming marble of negative space

But the clock remains
Held hostage by a thousand parting words
Words that whisper along shining walls
That trip down stairs
Through the tunnels to the hidden tracks

There
Always there
Beneath the clock

Words
Mingled in the echo
The rhythm of anonymous life
In the caves of modern man
Two lovers like living art

There
She let him go
Let him fall in devotion to the iron god
But if we do meet again
She said
If we meet again
I will make you dance