I miss wet rain on buses
I miss crowded subway stairs
I miss noisy streets in public
I miss breathing ocean air:

I miss walking in the snow
I miss snowmen building high
I miss concretes slushy flow
I miss children stepping by:

I miss eyes of pretty girls
I miss old men sitting too
I miss seeing squirrels creep
I miss streetlights switching hue:

I miss walking to and there
I miss waiting crosswalks tick
I miss coming home all wear'd
I miss sleeping after six:

I miss waking up at nine
I miss dreading morning days
I miss my recurring life
I miss living life again.

A team of four - or more than two
Tappy children waddle by -
To see the lake - with a loon, with
Their mother - looking nigh:

Their funny games, which all they play
Throughout the night of orange suns;
Of tannéd eyes the streetlights flay
And run on home would all of them:

Then father comes and takes away
To other places in a night;
All gone the children, gone today -
Perhaps they'll come another time.

This plain beacon is what you see
But in my eyes it is my soul
This beacon does not light like fires,
Instead a colour in shades unknown:
It does not light, like a bulb;
Nor turn on or off like a switch,
But instead when I see this beacon,
This beacon shines within my head.

Beautiful, like ocean sky
And daily like the sun and moon:
Setting clouds, the world heads by
In jaded eyes of us and you.

She has crescent eyes, like the moon
And ocean hair, like rays of sun:
And when she talks, she talks with you -
Like windy rain that skies sway from:

Her shoes dress red, like her lips
All filled with roses and more red,
Her teeth are white as eyes stay lit;
And when she smiles I smile ahead:

Cherry roses, the cheeks are warm
Budding flower, eye creases bloom:
Happy lover, my heart flares fire
Love fills your eyes, eyes fill my room!

A man who slips on the steps of life
And the sun would bring a shadowy pull:
All men that forget to take this street -
In shameful calls we'll hear him go.