Here
Is a vast mountain range
And colours of dying
And falling
And such steady steady rain
Here
Are silent waters
Kissing the shore
And ships waiting to carry
Such heavy loads
Here
Are a people whispering
So quietly
That they cannot be heard
Figures always on the move
Here
Is a still point
Where beauty breaks
Across tired faces
And weeps silently unseen
And here
Am I
Seeing the city
Seek its’ own
And so violently lose the stranger