A Pocket Full of Pennies

From the rattly ‘ol ferry,

rollin’, pitchin’ in the sea,

being thrown off balance,

he stood in awe,

beholdin’ the sight of the City.

Made of dreams, thoughts, 

and ideas, so bold;

Built by the labour, blood

and sweat of a great too many;

Cast in shafts of concrete, steel,

and glass;

Spread out, uneven,

a jagged, geometric skyline,

silhouetted dark,

against the settin’ sunlight.

Lightin’ up, after dusk,

are lil’ sparks,

of incandescent light bulbs,

and fluorescent, too;

A thousand yellow-blue eyes staring,

cold, yet comforting.

A place, where,

a pauper could dream,

of being a prince;

Yes, oaths he’d have to make,

inked in blood, toiling in sweat;

Revering the grandeur of the City,

only to break,

or make himself, into what he wishes to be.

Yes.

That day would come;

But today, on this rattly ‘ol ferry,

his heart is filled,

with the weight of dreams;

though his pocket's filled with just pennies.

The City of Lights

From my tower of solitude

I look at the city of lights…

Bright, vibrant and colourful,

a pure amalgamation of hues;

Like thousand precious stones glistening

under the midnight sky.

Tempting my heart, teasing my soul

like a hundred elusive lies.

Inviting me to join them, or maybe jesting

at my self-enforced exile.

The lights tease me again,

asking me, about the one I love.

Like a distant memory she seems to me now,

and I know not, if it was ever real.

I see a stranger

walking on the street with her lover;

a happy couple they are

and have not a worry in the world.

What is this feeling,

that I sense building in me?

Is it love for her? The Stranger?

Or is it jealousy?

Is that Stranger a reminiscence of my past days?
Or does her beauty deceive my eyes?

The lights ask again,

What I could do to return to her?

I could cross the skies,

the seven seas, if only she calls for me...

Until then, I gaze at the night sky,

the moon and the stars.

And from my tower of solitude,

I look at the city of lights…