On that mundane Tuesday night

When I chocked before a traffic light;

Swaying my head I somehow could hear

Those impatient hearts, their weary sighs

As dynamic worlds swiftly did rest, I judged

Life beyond my en-caging jalopy was tempting.

A red vehicle slowly pulls beside,

A siren in it with hazel eyes;

Sable hair flowing down abreast,

Fairest of skins all covered red.

She runs her fingers through her hair

And cants her neck to smile at me

One, too baring for a drifter!

O stranger! O comrade! My will grows weak.

What is your name? “Ruby” she says.

But the lights go green and the pistons roar.

Oh! Just for a while I wish you stay.

And quiet amid the chaos, calm amid the haste

She blushes, she turns and she rides away.

And a day goes by like a wisp of air

I amidst the daily rush, the regular clog;

Well into a vivid memory by its name.

 But yes! Coincidence.

A blue vehicle slowly pulls beside.

It’s her, as altered as her ride.

So kind, so soft and tender; yet with pride.

She glances at me. She looks away

Pecking the cheeks of an infant now.

She, no longer red but blue

One as clear as the sunny sky at day.

Now pale and jaded but so at peace

Everything about her is so blue today.