The City Flowers
The City Flowers
I stood upon a tower of the world
And watched the movements of a packed humanity,
The stream of lights on endless avenues,
Awake before the rising of the dawn.
A long-awaited visit to a place
That held the vibrant memories of youth
Where vital life and energy once flowed
Within this tenement of flesh and bone.
I thought my heart would leap as in years past
To know again excitement such as this—
The towering mass of steel and glass, the stone
Of ancient structures safe within their forms,
The residue of rays where rivers shone
Peaceful in the quiet evening’s flow.
The crowded streets, the life-force here at play,
The beauty of unknown faces passing by,
All came on me as memories beloved
And yet no movement surged forth from my soul.
For life is lived within and all these scenes
Are but designs on a canvas old and worn
And I must leave the past and all its joys,
My sorrows and my boundless energy,
For I have heard the voice and seen the face
Of one who came and called us to the quest.
Now the city flowers throughout my cells
And circulates in arteries and veins;
Descending peace encompasses my days.
All worlds live in us and share our dreams.
