Eyes closed and gently singing,

Miles of buildings calmly swaying.

Glowing lights, shining through the windows.

Creates a sea of unfinished shadows.

Perched on a rooftop, the wind,

Running its fingers through my hair.

A child wild as ever, smirking, laughing.

Flying through the night, passing around me.

The world bends around me quietly whispering.

On the rooftop, a city of stars, looking up at me.

It's an astonishing display, you see.