The lights out in the distance reminds

a local tourist the wonders of the city they entered.

The dark night revolves around their maps.

Up,

Up,

Up

In the air,

The colors blair.

Lighting the soul of people that stare.

In the city that never sleeps,

the lights dance the towns rhyme  asleep.

While the sleepless youth

parties the clubs all night and day.

Looking up from the heart of the city,

reminds the tourist of home.

Putting up a Christmas tree with the family and the joys of opening the

gifts the next morning.
 

Walking from corner to corner, the town’s towers dance to the rhyme of the different

beat.

Of a different lair, Of a different place.

A Different cave.

The City looms over the sparks of

the flaring and blinding lights,

keeping the cars honking horns from falling.

Until the night swirls under the floors,

making the trip end.

Hundred feet in the air, one can still hear the rhymes blues of the city.

Reminding the tourist of home.

Waiting for next year to come again,

to enjoy Christmas with the family.