ángeles

lana sang me home
as i rocked
side to side 
on the train back
my pen dancing across 
the page 
like a 

ballerina 

in the moonlight 
trying to convey the 
midnight pools
that have their cool, dark

depths 
within 

me.

lost within
myself 

the conductor blares

not my stop
not my line 
i jump off 
shocked back into 
reality 
all magic dissipating

slowly 

as i wait 

for my train to asphodel 
the only lingering 
echo
is the faint voice 
of 

angels.