Crossing New York Ferry

In a dream
i clinged flush
against her
while we rode
the Staten Island Ferry
in October's breeze

And we stood embraced
and pressed together,
Near the railing
and close to the bow
and we felt passion,
we were free

Cleansed from the ocean's spray,
Moist in the nape of our necks
and wet of tears,

We only heard
what we saw
in each other's eyes,
and saw nothing
that we heard,

Crossing over that day
on the ferry,
i said "I love you"
but awoke too soon
for your reply,

And just in that brief moment
My dream went by
and joined the clouds
Crossing the Hudson River
in a New York Sky.