"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful that the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
2/08/2015
The City's Song
The sky above
buckles,
As buildings pierce it.
A thousand clear blood-drops pour
On a city: breathing.
And the light goes on,
darling the life goes on.
Sun or no,
They carry the light in their eyes.
The bustling luminescence
The buzz consumes them
And they carry it,
In their briefcases,
In the knots of their ties
(Hidden under hats).
And the light goes on,
darling the life goes on.
The music carries them,
Follows them,
Flows through them.
The colors of them shine on, endless.
And the light goes on,
darling the life goes on.
Can you feel the melody
moving?
The rhythm through your feet: it pounds.
The harmony of your heart layers the city's song.
And the light goes on,
darling the life goes on.
Labels:
Love,
Poetry,
True Story
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