The Passer-By

An unfinished afternoon lies strewn across my desk Along with an uneaten breakfast neglected by my left While I tap-tap-tap my fingers absent-mindedly on the table-top As I impatiently await for the time When along comes my long-awaited passer-by Now here she comes! Here she comes— Like an Eastern sun rising through the darkened dawn; She with gaiety a-light on those Oriental eyes That further gleams with her every greeting and a smile. Yet I—I could not meet those eyes For fear that upon that good morning greeting I would simply die and... How many seconds passed, or moments did? I finally to myself did ask, For when I came to from that spell though fleeting She was in front of me at last. Her smile now mine, my gaze was hers And my wandering mind left me to wonder How close she was that I could reach for her hand And it would be as much Silkenly as I imagined her skin would be at my touch; Or how exhilarated—enraptured—would I be should her heart Be confined within the circle of my arms. The world would be a place less lonely—alas, If only reveries could last! Now did I greet in kind, nor even spoke at all? I finally to myself did ask For when I came to from that spell though fleeting She'd been a couple paces past And there I was left standing, a fool with nothing But the trailings of her scent That flowery fragrance she adorns herself with For a beloved must be meant. Thus with such small tokens as smiles and scents I keep myself contented And feed my endless reveries Imagining a time and place where her love May at my mercy be Though I wake from those daydreams empty Disheartened by the dawning in my mind that desire Is a thirst that in my throat dies Each and every time. Each and every time. Yet by this time tomorrow I would still be by my desk And an unfinished afternoon still strewn across as well Never reckoning if ‘tis worth my while waiting, Though I would still be waiting for the time When along comes my long awaited passer-by.