New Year

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.

Within

Within

the utterances of a foreign tongueless language

a currency made of light

from this place

I can know 

all anyone ever could

A search party roams freely

into your own depths

tiny lanterns

within felt as

scintillant truths

beyond the way words fool us into believing;

through the windows curtained only by soul

those gossamer sheaths,

a fig leaf, 

covering something bigger and older

than a soul

If you can imagine a time

when you were me

and I was everyone

then you can declare 

to authentically see

this stare

from 

not there

but 

within

then my darling, 

I shall call this search party off