lights

The feeling I get at night
when I catch a glimpse of the skyline
from across the river.

I go to the Bridge at sunset
I celebrate the retreat of the sun
as the lives come to life. The lights turn on
poking holes in the darkness.

In the vastness of black,
they present themselves.
a variety of forms:
colorful,
behind buildings,
in design,
all shining
bright with possibility

And when I look into your eyes.
The first thing I attached to
captured.
Fixated,
like the way a city fixates you.
makes you keep looking

When I see you,
I'm intimately familiar
and so in the dark.
Familiar
and surprised.
So much to know that will only be
earned by living it.

I will fall first for the eyes
those lights of possibility.