The Bazaar

She beckons me,
Across the street,
Of glowing lights,
And shared strife;
Over the crowds,
That endless seem,
And yet in thoughts,
Lost; unseen.

The wind cradles,
Her tender smile,
And I sway,
Expectations, wild,
That drive your heart,
More than the feet.
Yet sundry calls,
From jostled streets,
Are all somehow,
What stay with me,
And in my ears hum,
As I reach-
To cross the lines,
That were for the world,
But now recognize,
Only me;
It seems.