Night Vision

 

looking at cars,

afar is mars

on par with diamonds are these

emerald stars.

memorable scars

through this life of mine

press rewind and intertwined is the shine.

rhymed with a precision to blind,

timed with the mind,

silver lined,

with a pine to cut through the hands of time.

buildings tower with power at this late hour

the streets filling with students milling,the air is chilling this cold day in November

chimes of laughter and fun filter through the city

covered by sirens like a blanket,smothered by violence

but recovering is the city's way, even through the desperate acts of tyrants.

New York in the dark, sparked at its heart by the night

the moonlight shines bright over the strife