Evening Hues

 Do you remember that evening? 

That evening when we 

Stepped off the train and into a dream. 

When as the sun set 

We looked towards the canvas sky

And the city was thrown as paint. 

And the little red cars and traffic lights 

Rose like paper lanterns in the air 

And all the paper men and women stopped to see,

Your hair was fire, your eyes the stars 

My eyes were mirrors and from our fingers fell dream dust 

And as our feet left the earth, you asked me

Is this even real?