First Day in New York

Impromptu, inspired, my fingers flow
As I see, across a silver window
A red cardinal fluffing in white snow
Amidst a novel, alien, frosty glow.

I shall wish soon, of a long lost dream
Upon the first snowflake kissing my brow.
Then unwrap my folded hopes in honey cream
And let them soak the sweet, albeit slow.

I am no Anglophile,
I am no pro-american,
I am no BCP,
I am no ABCD...

A dreamy dreamer
Just a dreamer...
In an alien land
Of alien dreams,
I seek to define,
I seek to divine,
The will of my heart
The heart of my will...
In the soft snow,
In the crunching leaves,
I shall find fluttering
My few dreams,
they might find wings to fly...
I shall set them free.

Jan 18th, '09.