O, times of walking down that one-way street! Always to find your footsteps among the clatter On dreamy sidewalks. And how many times have I heard Even your slightest whispers Above hungry engines and thunders Of some passing train? I wonder. And when it rained, the earth suffused with your scent I found you plastered on the gray walls, Etched on the thirsty asphalt roads Mixed in the dust and smoke.
Like a river – that one-way street (I once said to you, remember?) And we are but wrecks on its wake. I can’t help but feel that I am still That piece of fallen branch Hopelessly being carried by the torrent Always getting back— To you.
Even as I’ve reached now the calmer seas And lie under a silver blanket of silence, The City’s music still hums in my ears: There is harmony in the noise, my dear Listen: a delicious, ghostly harmony Seething with your own caramel voice.
You give life to that City. Alas, I am ever lost In its enchanted alleys.