Autumn rain on their lights

So I guess you are my girl if you
look at me like that.
The lights from the bridge appeared beautiful
Especially when viewed behind your face
The whole picture
you and the bridge and the lights
They, high into the sky moving
as it seemed
From our vantage point in the car
Yes and the rain like the tears of these buildings.
And the roads like the lengths of hair
Freshly snipped from the buildings
you watch
Like a river separating two banks
One of peace and one of excitement
Or one of fear and one of love
Both connected by this bridge
Where of course the lights look
beautiful
From this large town
Only towers of light now show
Driving all terror and question out
Including the useless thought
For straight lines and straight minds
Illuminated and wet from
Thousands of lights and even more
thousands of rain drops
Bright shiny and clean
Crisp with the fall that nearly reaches the city
But never comes in
Would you see a stroke of nature
No, yet in the hills
Would you see such towers and
bastions of light
And how beautiful it looks behind
a face
Like two people to have
The city and the face
The lights and the rain
The buildings and the road
Fear and peace and excitement and love
With few clouds
Floating like we are on this
bridge
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So then wonder like so many
disenchantments
Crowds the bridge and the face is
not so clear
Let alone the lights wet with rain
And the towers only seem to be half here
The wind like so many times before
Blows in this large empty space
Where air is not of existence
And trees care not for leaves of any color
And light cares not for any rain to
make it clean and sharp
Words like paint run down to a
low lying spot
To hide from the wind that will not arouse it.
Blue and white fog covering what might be
And always what is never
So all is obscure and shapeless
As thoughts try to bring to form
the formless
Rampant little birds that call yet
hide forever
Just on the edge of this lighted circle
All the while hearing them fall.
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This bridge does show a great view
of the lights
You are observant of such slight things
Seeing the birds fly here among
the lights
Lets those few times of other thought fade
Like a small boat just out of an occasional rapid
Or the turning off of the static on the tv screen
Rain falls gently on the lighted towers
Cleaning, sharpening, clearing the buildings
and road
Of so much that makes the true beauty
hard to see
Like the whole picture is always
beautiful
When it is seen in the background
of your face
Still I guess you are my girl if
you look at me like that.