City Lights

The sun sets,
Slowly dimming the street.
It falls behind the magnificent structure
Of steel, glass and concrete.

The view from this altitude
Is an endless stretch of charm.
With what’s left of the sun’s rays
Reaching from the city to my palm.

As the roads wind and connect
A seemingly complicated system of its own
Extending from where I stand to infinity
Further and deeper, the winding roads flow.

You illuminate this beautiful creation
Each color pasted against the dark
The blackness of the freshly painted evening sky
Anything you connect with lights a spark

Your endless glow revealing the city’s corners
The secrets, illusions, blind to the naked eye
But all is clear: the cars and the trees
The alley ways, the gangs, the random passer-bys

The people, the animals, the steel buildings
The clouds, the moon, the glowing stars
The trucks, the dogs, the plants and pipes
Everything is clear, from here to afar

You see it all yet you say no words
You keep the secrets that all conceal
You are the one who knows everything
You hold the key to any darkness revealed.

For you are the reason that so many souls
Have been brought to life by the flick of a switch
You are the reason that people who search
Can see through the mask to the bottom of the pit.

~Mikaela Gordan, 2008~

Many construct buildings while I construct villages. Villages grow into towns, into cities; a building will always just “be”.