The streetcar girl

On the streetcar  between  two stations  in the stars

I contemplated this  girl reading ,

she didn't  see me ,really  ?

She was on a moon  known only to  her ,

 the door closed  on  the bold  traveler ...

I could'nt read the title of the book 

whose lines occupied all her thoughts ...

   was she in love  ?  Fleeting  sentiment ...

And I wasn't in love with an ephemeral mystery ?

  Beautiful  young girl your role was merily to appear

in my shadow theater ...

And my desire for you ,a play performed 

between two stations of life  and only figuration ...

I wandered through  your dream in end of day format,

a ray of sunlight illuminating your  features 

so modest and discret ...Pallor from elsewhere ...

But who was this unknown  author  ?

I am a guy who often travels in strange dimensions,

but never approaches the girls on the streetcar ,

to find out the writer's name ...

You closed the book ,leaving it on the seat 

as now useless witness ...

returning to your beyond after a visit 

to the world of the living ...

  The novel was written on blank pages ...