This shining city 

And the siren song

Of introspection

Calls me out 

Into crooked evening streets

Free and finding my own feet

Regaining balance

Up winding lanes

Through unkempt parks

And haunted woodland

Night gathers its mass

The further I get from home

Pushing my lungs

To feel the incline

Towards a hilltop

Where I’ve perched before

A hundred soulless Saturdays

A wash of stolen Sundays

Lost in awe and wordless wonder

Caught in the vastness

Weighting up my lot

My unfurling world

A kaleidoscope of colour

Partner slowly retreating

Fingers slipping from my grip

With every broken parting

Into the safety of that chamber

The echo of slow heartbreak

These city lights

This beauty at night

Will call me back

One day I’ll return

When the search is done

And who’ll sit with me

On dusk benches

High on the wonder

And sparkling glow

Of this treasure chest

Spilled wide 

Golden below

And who’ll sit with me

These city lights

These city lights will

These city lights will one

These city lights will one day

Call me back

Again…