Searching the landscape
Where are those towers
of rising oblivion
Tall beacons
sometimes gold, sudddenly silver
Lost for those falling free

What marks the way
toward that time
empty where they stood
Orange, rust, magenta
scarlet yellow brillant life
Beacon to search the landscape

Where are those towers of rising oblivion

Come back down
to my town
where yester youth waved
and played
frolicking in theatre
forever there

Where have desires gone
that last drunk on the town
This long edge of real estate
leaning into the water
Close whereby you fly

Where are those towers of rising oblivion

Unsung songs
hovering 
in the air
Cannot come back to you
What did you gain 
from all this, Mister Death

How have we walked 
through this gray air
Without your presence

I cannot find those firy towers of oblivion

Suddenly
coming back to life
Here again

Two blood red trees
leaves in the park
Suddenly towers
Fiercely your fire
reaches for the sky
Where are you

Where are those towers of rising oblivion

Not here now
All the performances
will never bring you back

There are those
who would rather
Cry Radio City
See Shea Stadium 
Roosevelt Island
Than my life

Rolling around to this 
empty space of sky 
Willed here
Call of recognition
For the Chrysler Building
The Empire State
No more Windows on the World

Still they are not here.