She with out dreem

Her head, tilted a little and
resting on the windowpane
hands folded, chest bent forward
Within the vibrating half open lips
peeps the tongue behind the cage of teeth

On this careless body only those two were alive
the half-closed eyes, so beautiful as they are open wide
I see very clearly a dream fly over them
It sits and flattens its wings and then flies away
Comes again with more colours, dances again like a peacock
She sleeps like an elephant is holding her in his trunk

Train was moving, so her body
trees, plants, homes and meadows, leaving them behind
a thud, train stops? her eyes are open
dream disappears,

how ordinary a woman she is?
I look at her without a dream