me-night-i-see

I cant seem to think
About what is breathless
Is it about the lights?
That seem to compete with the stars?
Or is it about the sights?
That beckon in the distance...

Is it about the stillness
of the never ending daylight
Or the bustle in which we live in
The bustle that is in the city

Where is the breathless beauty
That captures my heart
The silence of my beating
Pours out in this light

I learn to appreciate
What others may not see

That is the beauty in the chaos
Of what is truly in the lonely.