Today I was acompanied

While

Stepping off the train

A stranger, deep connection

Onto the escalator

Together

Entering the City station

Now

Gliding in front of me

A galactic being

Dressed in a jacket of

burgundy leather

wearing pale blue trousers

Bare feet tucked in slip on shoes

His golden hair flowing gently

Touching base with pale neck

Tiny case moving with rythmn

As he glided

Ethereally

Through the throng

David Bowie

There was no song

As he disapeared.