an empty road lies ahead
as we drive into a smog covered infinity,
waiting for anything else than charcoal paint
to coat the time surrounding me.

but suddenly, i can see, i can see
colours emerging from the fog:
mountains rising up from the dirt,
picking up the clouds in their ascent;
trees growing vivid leaves,
lining the road like some sort of light signal
guiding us to a new haven.

in the blink of an eye,
mountains turn into skyscrapers,
higher than they ever were,
this time, shooting for the stars;
forests become crowds,
dense with cigarette smoke
and wonder.

i wander around these streets,
hand in hand with the most hope
i’ve had in weeks,
watching the world spin
round and round.

a whole avenue dedicated
to stories deserving to be told,
to be heard and listened to
by temporary passerby,
searching for even more
ephemeral euphoria.

you and i are kindred souls,
center of the universe;
built on unstable waters,
we thrive off beauty.
i find myself lost
in your melodies, hues,
softness.

city lights, night lights,
almost like a second sunset,
painting my body gold;
or sometimes, a second sunrise,
dazzling my bedsheets silver.

so, city that never sleeps,
city of dreamers and romantics,
am i good enough for you?

                 -

you decide to steer me home
the day your skies decide to cry,
for i cannot see you
in any other state than sunlit;
your glass stained by anything else
than star light.

an empty road lies ahead
as the one behind is filled
with love for a fleeting moment,
a city that isn’t mine,
my paramour.

-new york city