~ City Lights ~ - Poem by Goldie Lopez
~ City Lights ~
Smelling the fishy salty water…
cuddles me, hovering around,
like a lost home that I have found.
Giving me security,
where tragedies was once crowned.
Here stands the tall glossy buildings,
vivid now the broken dreams.
Were the lonely hearts bleed…
ignorance is the key.
Hanging onto false hope and empty pride.
A crime scene tells the story…
how someone died.
Rebuilt are the streets,
with some broken walls.
Graffiti once told the story of it's past,
The small waves are shimmering…
reflections from the lights around.
Hearing the city's music…
is such a pleasant sound.
Looking above where the flag waves high,
where the firm beams stand still…
as cars pass swiftly by.
Lit up is the surrounding,
within the city confines.
As boats pass by, over the water…
calming now is the view.
As the tiny diamonds made from heaven,
blanket the midnight's blue.
Freezing my thoughts, such a beautiful sight,
what a wonderful night…
everything seems right.
Dreaming are the poets…
lost in time and space.
Bewitched by the hours that gleam…
as crazy as it seems,
writing down poetic verses…
and romantic themes.
So caught up within the moment,
as strangers pass on by.
Sitting right beside the poet…
two lovers caught my eye.
Engulfed within their love,
captured by a kiss.
How could you not miss…
contagious emotions, savoring their bliss.
gazing at the moonlight.
A guy walking by,
looking upon the river's view…
doesn't even have a clue;
within his own solitude.
Contented within this moment,
dazed by what is in plain sight.
As another man fish's for his dinner tonight,
attentively appeased due to the tide.
The lights are shimmering off the water,
feeling now the cool breeze.
What could have brought these individuals…
to the same place as me.
Taking into my system,
every thing that's in sight.
As I sit down on this bench,
trying to write
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