And you wait. You wait for the one thing
that will change your life,
make it more than it is-
something wonderful, exceptional,
stones awakening, depths opening to you.
In the dusky bookstalls
old books glimmer gold and brown.
You think of lands you journeyed through,
by a woman you never found again.
And suddenly you know: that was enough
You rise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you lived.
Rainer Maria Rilke