Beauty from the blue

I felt like a goddess,
A sleeping beauty,
Nothing around me in and outside of the present existed.

I didn't rest my delicate head on a soft patch of grass or
On expensive Indian silk,

But I laid my head back against the forbidden wall,
The untouchable of the subway.

And I opened my eyes to witness the brilliant light,
That surrounded the dust of The Bronx.

It was more beautiful than any mountain or skyline,
But it was all seen through the glass of a sealed window.

I could not touch it,
I could only interpret it through my imagination.