The same face on the same bus for years to know, and god has
surly known.
So very little your mind understood the meaning of guiding
time .Sadly, her time was guided by you. No shiny sky, No
shiny start could hear.
Her movement was a pattern for the sun to see.
The whisper of the guy from that day, years behind saw the
woman she became or just now, the girl she was made of.
Too late and too far away her eyes could tell, so her ear
craved the voice for words of gravity.

For some time she discovered the foreign land, his land. The
serenity of laughter  had taught her the riddle of precious
time.
Her heart has eaten the sympathy of her own beauty.
She was still on the salt of the foreign land she has never
known, seeking the man's soul, it was never found in her
sole.

For the sadness of the nasty prayer, the topless time was
still measured for the hourglass on hand, and the same old
bus stood still in their eyes as they were becoming the
separation of their site.