The wait
is done
My eyes
behold her

And with her
before them
Enthralled
they vow:

All that is
now shall cease
All that pass
now shall freeze

Naught remains near
but this woman
None is shown
Naught is held dear
but this woman
None is known

They vow
my soul

No crowds I see
Nor tables near
The lights all glow in steady glare
yet nothing else I see from here

To my own gaze
there’s only she