Riding the Bus With You at Night

Reflections on the windows of opportunity
of your face against the dark sky
lit up by hundreds of far away city lights;
Even through fog and heavy half-open eyes
I know I am in the right place at the right time, 
on the bench leaning on your side
We take a turn, we lift our chins
Afterall, we want to see what the next road brings
I settle in my seat and close my eyes
by far the most enjoyable city bus ride.