standing in the middle of
the street the
lights begin their flight.
they flutter in the air as
specks of gold gleaming
in the Winter sky. all around,
the Wind wisps them oh so
gently and violently.
    Magnificent.
         Spectacle.
     Please.
           Freeze.
       This.                
             Moment.
the concrete shifts and the buildings
sit and stir and become what
they were meant to be.
the streets then come
Alive and Alive
they stay
asphalt and concrete
never looked so beautiful.
     Magnificent.
           Spectacle.
       Please.
           Freeze.
       This.                
             Moment.
In places
far from home
Beauty is everywhere
and nowhere at all.
it matters not where you look
or how you look, but why you look.
do not trust the senses
They create clouds.

such a Magnificent Spectacle this is
Please (god) Freeze This Moment.