For once, I let the surroundings saturate me,
I let every thing in my prescence inspire me.
And all that came and flowed from everything,
was you in different ways, light and sound,
and a third form of you I couldn't identify.
You flowed in a stream from the city lights,
you, You came down like the city rain.
You were there stretched and vulnerable, the road marked with lines.
You were there, I caught your shadow, as it dashed behind a building, but when I went to stop you, you were gone.
The dripping city, that was almost a crying city, stood their looming in a night rain and showing you to me, spelling out secrets in billboards and stop signs.
The future is relative, and so am I.