Cold Lights Poem by Eden Sheffroth

Lining up on the way to the subway
I pass crowds of thousands of faces
Each one unique, each one rare
And as cold as the glaciers and the cruel North Wind

I smile with every effort I own
Yet I'm swept away by the tide
No one offers one in return
I'm standing awash in a spotlight of cruel, harsh white

This city taught me a lesson
Among the harsh skyscrapers and chiseled stone
I'm only one person
I am humbled I am worn

The cold city lights, cruel faces and then a comforting moment
A smile in a subway, two paths connecting, a fabric sewn
I'm looking into the most peaceful eyes I have ever seen
Awash in the glow I am safe and warm
And I realize that in this cold harsh city each little pocket of love is that much more precious.