I mistook you for the city itself
and loved you like its tallest building
Wrapped my bridges around you
and let my brass leaved sconces light you
beyond the witching
and well past anyone's bed hour
Ours was a New Year in my heart
and for you I fitted myself in all winter's finery,
Clinked champagne in the crackling warmth of your marbled hearth,
Velvet cloaked your windows in crimson incandescent intimacy and satin bows
Swirled everything in our world-
dancers round your ballroom,
trains round your streets,
and stirrers round your Manhattan
Mistaking you for a Bronze map star
in bold Capitols
in a Steel age
Magnified the man
And made the most of you, my beautiful host
You stand still glimmering in the fallen stardust of celebrations freshly ended
and in my Rose Golden eyes seem perfection itself
but I hear now my own Silver bells
let it be your comfort then
that with each faint chime
your City Angel
spreads her own Golden wings
and sees the love she projected upon you,
as the gift of her gilded glance,
rose blinded,
a mirage of city distance
but still the core of all love.
But my darling,
we will always have the city
and I will always light it for you.