I left the party for only a moment
Meaning to return as quickly as I left
From the balcony the night felt ominous
Lights twinkled from the ships anchored
In the harbor below
The hostess
Drink in hand
Greeted her guests
Smiled at everyone who came
For her, her actual beauty,
Was not in itself so remarkable
That none could be compared with her
Or that no one could see her without
Being struck by it
But her presence
If you knew her
Was irresistible
The attraction of her person,
Joining with the charm of her conversation,
And the character that attended all she said or did
Was bewitching.
It was a pleasure just to touch her hand
Or to watch her walk into a room.
The party ended
Propping herself on a sofa
She watches a glimmer of light
Turn from black to misty daybreak
Eyes not moving
Face up toward the ceiling
She sleeps a calm, untroubled sleep
Down below a lone car speeds through the heart of the sleeping city
Scarcely half-past five in the morning
And the sun not yet fully up
A city begins to awaken.
Raining today heady with the scent of early spring
My effort mingles with the embrace
Of your rain
Soaking thru' me
Cleansing.
Dark streets and a city of
Scattered lights, as I step into you
Pooling around me
Soaking me from below and
Above.
I look up, my breathing heavy in the night
Your tears fill my eyes
My tears fall into the pools
Of you.
I feel the City as I feel you
Around me and inside me
Somewhere that is so familiar but
A long way from Home.
departures, reservations and dreams
can all be changed in a single wish
we have shared too much
moments flowing within moments
souvenirs of that which cannot be bought
there is so much left to explore
bridges to cross our future to build
Sunday mornings busy doing nothing at all
lovers within city limits with no limit on love
daybreak and dusk free for the taking
ice chilled champagne to warm the soul
the surreal joy of love in the afternoon
hot cappuccino sweet to the lips
you and i belong together
call this city home take another plane
leave some other day stay with me
i am yours to keep
a city souvenir
Irish
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