The crowded street

I saw you in this crowded street

The darkness was driven away by your divine light

I walk this street everyday

But I return home without your glimpse

I spend hours everyday loitering in this street

But only to return home without your divine sight

I come to the street where you live

I wait there in that crowded street

I call out to you but I hear no response

I write things on the wall opposite to your window

Yet very rarely do I see you in this crowded street

Very rarely do we really meet

And when I see you in this street

I run to another one in fright

Then I come back only to find

The street bereft of your beautiful presence

It appears as thought I am prepared

To spend an eternity in the street where you live