The Camera Eye

Grim-faced and forbidding, their faces closed tight

An angular mass of New Yorkers

Pacing in rhythm, race the oncoming night

They chase through the streets of Manhattan

Head-first humanity, pause at a light

Then flow through the streets of the city

They seem oblivious to a soft spring rain

Like an English rain

So light, yet endless, from a leaden sky, yeah

The buildings are lost in their limitless rise

My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride

I feel the sense of possibilities

I feel the wrench of hard realities

The focus is sharp in the city

Wide-angle watcher on life's ancient tales

Steeped in the history of London

Green and grey washes in a wispy white veil

Mist in the streets of Westminster

Wistful and weathered, the pride still prevails

Alive in the streets of the city

Are they oblivious to this quality?

A quality

Of light unique to every city's streets

Pavements may teem with intense energy

But the city is calm in this violent sea

I feel the sense of possibilities

I feel the wrench of hard realities

The focus is sharp in the city