My City, My Muse

My city, my muse,

 How beautiful you are when you sleep,

Poets call you a display of neon lights,

Hedonists use you like they use everyone else.

But no one has seen you in the night's glory.

My city , my muse,

The day is not good enough for our musings,

You are always echoing with the million dissonant throes,

And my mind is always delving into man made tones.

But the night is ours, my confidant .

 My city , my muse,

The gentle nightly west wind blows through ,

Clouds of dreams, deep, dark and blue.

Breaking the clouds and the peeping moon ,

Gentle rain kiss me just once.

My city , my muse,

If only they saw you at night the way I do,
If only they saw me the way you do,

If only we saw them , the way we see each other,

If only everyone just saw and no one spoke.

My city , my muse,

Do you hear me tonight?

In my cries , in your tears?

Take me where the west wind first blew,

Across clouds of dreams, deep, dark and blue.