Only in Willimasburgh do I see,
a face in the crowd - on a sidewalk.
I'm struck dumb by the brilliant luminosity of her.
I hesitate, and I'm reaching out a hand
to her shoulder
to stop her for a moment.
I can't possibly feel so much for someone,
and it not be something that we share.
Her every gesture is that of my eternal lover.
Every flicker of her eyelash and angle of her chin.

As if bit by a tropical spider
I find myself paralyzed,
and the moment passes.
She moves by me into the crowd,
never to be seen again.
Inside me there is only emptiness and loss.

But then I see another girl..!