Slowly, like drifting fogs,
Pacing through bustling streets,
Through stranded stations,
to numerous destinations,
You, I seek.
In city kights, being washed in the rain,
Under umbrellas, that weep,
When, the Sun goes to sleep,
You, I seek.
In abondoned mansions and the solitary sorrows,
The dancing dead,
Had the eyes that said,
You, I seek.
And, so wherever I may be,
In everything I ever see,
I find you smiling back at me,
I find my piece, I find my peace.