City of Lights

It reaches up to meet the sky,
Bright gold against the black of night.
The Eiffel Tower glows with warmth—
Surrounded by yellow lights.
The city of Paris and I.

The clock chimes ring, striking midnight.
People gather to watch the show,
Cigarettes glow, they cheer in awe—
At the tower, sparkling in white.
The city of lights and I.

A wind rips through the summer air,
A chill escapes into the night.
Red headlights fluoresce in the street,
As crowds admire the beautiful sight—
The city of wonder and I.

Intertwining with old and new—
Paris, au revoir, to you.

- Amica Lansigan, Hanover, NH