In the dusty haze of dusk
when the sun glistens
and the night listens
for its cue
there you are 

as the early summer heat
meets defeat
and the pitter-patter drizzle
sizzles on the street
I see you

when glassy daylight shatters
and all that’s left is midnight matter
your glowing eyes amidst crazed chatter
I have the best view 

[there you are
 I see you
 I have the best view]