Upon City Tops

To hold the sky in Tokyo,

we dine and pinch houseboats beneath

with coupled smiles 

of pleasing laughter.

And a tear dropped

spattered space needle 

awaits our hearts of olympic love

satisfying our hunger 

with alaskan salmon.

In private fog of San Francisco

we love with guided eyes by beauty

with bridges peering lights 

of futures gleaming.

What better company

then those of Lost Angels?

the grace of God will touch

sunsets upon our oceans painted canvas.

Then for dance and dinner

we step so slow above the tallest tower

and live in warmth of love

aside from natures coldest windy city.

In New York City highest mount

we gaze to see the states of 7 about us.

The states empire building

of course. 

And Paris. what to say of Paris?

we ascend within the iron masterpiece

for cheese and wine

and love our life

and graces gifts.

by RW Smith