New York, I Miss You

New York, I miss you.

Miss your buildings as big as giants,

your concrete sand.

I miss your little piece of paradise in the middle of it all;

Those museums holding wonders,

Halls holding song.

My other home.

In your subways I fell in love.

Along your street corners I found romance.

It’s your mystery that keeps me coming back;

Your history that keeps me mesmerized.

Even with palm trees outside my window,

paradise at my door step,

I can’t help miss those lights,

that sense of promise

That place that holds my dreams.

Love, e