The Sunset Over Manhattan

The sunset over Manhattan. By Feo. A thousand walks back and forth a day, a thousand glance at the city bay. A thousand memories locked at your post, a thousand daydreams I have dreamt in my winter coat. My sanctuary, a bench that faces north towards the skyline, the vibrations of the commuters and passerby's just a minor distraction from my dreams of a reunion that I have lived and relived over and over that reality seems but just a distant memory. Oh how I have dreamt of seeing you again, Over and over till it feels true, For I have never felt love till we made it, The influence of this generation beat of ours, perhaps it wouldn't be poetic if we were to kiss again? Warm tears I have felt rolling slowly down my cheeks, like many poetic beats do, when they think of losing the influence that runs through there tragic memory. The warmth, a Manhattan sunset, My bench that faces north to the city skyline, That's where I'll be waiting, To let you wipe my joyous tears away.