Fading City Lights Poem by Noorie Ali

I’m sitting here with my body
Curled up warm.
Wearing your kiss and
The thoughts that beat you with bliss.
I cross shooting stars when I glance outside,
My patio of the home we share,
While I bind together 1,000 bulbs to electrify you.
As I look towards the ruby sky then to look down
To the shadows, while the owls; be watchful of your footsteps.
As they hum to warn me of your coming
Then only would I gaze at your prints with amazement.
For you are my caption, my slave.
As I carry on my wonders while I wait for your attendance.
I envision tall Lego made up of bricks.
As the water-shows, descend
Into fragments of heart shaped radiance.
I listen to the sounds of madness aired,
With assurances as my fire lay burning, in -
The empty hall as it halts yawning in dimness.
As half the elite moon.
Looks, over to those.
Guarding the lovers in their utopia land.
As, the shine of its beautiful rays.
Slowly dyes into the nights dream land
Many minutes convert into hours yet I marvel
While, I observe the shady, City lights.
As other souls continue seeing – traffic lights, casinos
And walking illusions
This shivering darkness keeps me saintly.
As I picture the views in butterflies, that be fluttering around my pious
Bodily, skin. Only then will my starry caramel core, dance
As I shut one eyelid to imagine, the world go by without me.
As I await.
Time then rushes like tortoise.
As if, it entered the never-ending race.
Motionless I stand with fading City lights
Flashing upon me at the suns horizon.
The, pidgins dancing with joyous faces.
To the coming of daylight.
While the wind blows, cool.
My windows then begin to screech.
As I wake up to a luminous dawn.
I’m still alone sat here on my own.
With excitement, giving me the chill.
Sensing a smell of flowers as happiness happens.
Fresh with angelic hints.
As I flourish rich
I lay surrounded by unlit City lights.
As he my darling knocks swiftly on my wooden colorless
Door I’m coy with his hold.
Then soon after the clocks start to chime and it be past the evading time.
A few hours later my colors start to change, they’d be so newly rearranged.
As we, both stare into the romantic City lights that play with us below the chaste moonlight. Only then I begin to cry to the intensity of the pale City lights.