Memory of Searching the Landscape
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.
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a haunting refrain
Thanks, it was a horrific memory the first time I flew back into NY. Still haunts me and now we have new things to haunt us. I appreciate your comment.
The refrain “Where are those towers of rising oblivion” works.