High Above the City

Above the mountains, into the sky, through the clouds

Dreams fly free, and there I linger soundlessly among them

I sit and I wait and I watch

I guide the path through the still night air

The atmosphere is motionless, clean, free of smog

The setting sun sparks the most beautiful palette

Ambitions paint the most beautiful pictures

And when the last of the light dissipates, the sky comes alight with constellations, each unlike its proximate

I sit and I wait and I watch

Not always am I seen, though I am ever present

When the clouds obscure my views, is when I am considerably astonished by the coming visions

You see, when I do not, I am eternally on standby to guide imaginations

High Above the City

Always, do I sit, wait and watch

For the Fantasies, the Dreams, the Visions, the Ambitions

In perpetuity do I provide their immortal guiding light