hopeful delusions

i sit as the bus rolls
heading southwards,
moon looks down at me
from the night sky off East.
not quite full
and not quite crescent.
the perfumed body
placed beside me
fills the night's scent,
as my thoughts wander
far off to the north
across the city lights
across the water.
not a care though
i close my windows
and enjoy the darkness
that surrounds
feel the night's sounds
confusion, chaos, wants
boil froth inside me.
darkness comforts
it also obscures
my alighting point
across the river of cars
i meander along the paths
of my delusional mind
and think of what
i may have left behind
think of what may never be.