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.