Arms of the City

I long

to walk into the arms of the city

let it embrace me

comforting

singing songs of wondering

I long

to be able to escape

into a mystical place

I need to taste the air

feel the dirt on my face

I need to feel the rush

of crowded streets

the crush

the heart stopping moment

that eyes touch

Is that too much?

I need to see colours in the sky

silver lined clouds

through blanket grey sighs

I need to walk in the footsteps

along pathways,

where art once slept

down streets where poets

let words flourish

storytellers found worlds

that nourish

I need to feel alive

in this world of undead eyes

I need to be able to see

truth instead of lies

I need to feel the tingle

of electricity

coursing through the air

into my heart and me

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.