Came across this magnificent piece of poetry by Agha Shahid Ali in his book The Veiled Suite. Feel the need to reproduce it here. Link courtesy falstaff.
I wait for him to look straight into
This is our only chance for
If he, carefully, upon this hour of
will let us almost completely
tell me, who but I could chill his
Where he turns, what will not
appear but my eyes?
Wherever he looks, the sky is only
Whatever news he has, it is of the