When the lights fill the many streets far from home,
I sometimes long for the city.
The bustling and heavy pace is quiet in the night life, yet not completely forgotten.
Lights brighten darkened streets and dim hints of music filled the night.
Every street changes with every turn, buildings tailor made to fit the cities core.
Nightly exhibits paint the streets with lines of chatter and laughter.
Sometimes I long for the city, the city where the shopping is plenty and the people are
full of culture.
Sometimes I excitedly shiver when the scrapers and bright lights are in view.
Every where to look, and everything to see; some good some bad.
The city holds in lost memories with in and brings me to a past home.
It is when the lights fade my heart slows and feels content, the thrill of the city is gone
and I am at peace to be on the country side.
Sometimes I long for the lights and bright life, mostly I long to be in a quiet place that I
can call home.