City Lights

City lights, lead me home.
past the pleasing poverty, for I will not mourn.
Give me your beams, and your beams I will bend,
package them in parcels and away I will send.

In his eyes a compass rose,
yet in his words no poem or prose.
A map on his palm, such plains it shows.
I feel it- it flows, it flows, it goes.

City lights, show me the way,
beyond these prophets of a dusty day
These roads of bleak, you know where they take me.
Be my neon nightingale, cry if he breaks me.

A song of words that are not his own,
he'll sing to the rhythm of fibreglass bones.
Beside me he will cling onto my words
When the bow breaks, he'll sing with the birds.

City lights, lend me your wings.
Let me know of the turns and the bends.
Let me feel your greens and your blues
For my nirvana lies in your hues.

And please forgive us, we know not what we say.
These are but musings of a dilattante, inside we pray
for truth and the meaning of a joyous cement dawn
where your light caresses us, your young pleading fawn.