
The City - January 1, 2011
Your silhouette against the city’s,
Your electricity,
Lights up the sky tonight.
And your cheeks against mine
The stars aligned,
With the carousel and city lights
And we refuse to see,
The dying trees,
That we left behind are blooming so bright
But all I can see,
New York City,
And you’re blue eyes glowing so bright
-Henry B