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The City is my nightlight,
her noises my lullabies.
She rocks me to sleep in her stone-cold arms,
holding a patient vigil over my quiet dreams.

I awake to sirens in my head,
but her blue shadows hush my mind to rest.

I turn once to look at the glowing digits defining time

And blink once more at the orange polka dots in the window.

Six stories below, the street is almost quiet,
and I sleep again.

There are many things you have to do in life, but you cannot ignore the roses. When they demand to be seen, one simply has no choice but to go to them.
- Valentino


The following comments are for "The City is my nightlight"
by amie

Pictures of the mind
Very well told. I read it 5 times in a row and despite its shortness of length, I'm drawn in to different personal memories each time and reminded over and again of many visions of what was at one time my life in the city.

( Posted by: tamir [Member] On: September 26, 2005 )

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