I see you walking in the streets again  a quiet ocean in a suit of grey  locations mixed and drifting  our features dim and shifting  I stand and watch from years away  and I see you standing there like a miracle  the parks and bridges and the old school walls  a taste of summer in the cool of the dawn  some bright clothes out of focus  the shops are still and closed up  I'm old enough to know they never wait  then I see you standing there like a miracle  I'm walking through you in these crowded places  you're swimming slowly under all these faces  the sky is going out now  I'm slowly turning round now  then someone says "it's not too late"  and I see you standing there like a miracle