You are the quaint hamlet
nestled gently between
one city and the next.

At night the stars shine brightly
and the sky above you is
a brilliant show of constellations;
I marvel from a distance
at your tiny slice of the heavens,
more clear than I have ever known.

Cool breezes blow quietly
through your tree tops
and their leaves stumble
haphazardly through your empty streets.

There is a calm-
a sense of welcome
within you.

And I sit here in awe,
trying desperately not to wake you.
For you are a peaceful resting place
And I am New York City:
the City that never sleeps.