This is for you and the way you make me
want to write you love songs, even when I know it’s all been said,
and the way you grab my hand and make me love you,
with your velvet kisses made of light and stone
This is for you and your sunlight off the roof-tops
and your thousand golden alleys that will twist and climb to heaven,
and the way that you can lure me to see beauty
in shopping malls and old construction sites.
This is for you and the music of your cities,
Woven into magic from the chorus of your cabbies,
with harmonies of horn and children’s laugh,
and the way that all your people know my name.
This is for you and your lonely red sand deserts
and your canyons and your mountains with their unexpected flowers,
and the way your landscapes echo with any tune I throw them
and your beaches painted blue and white with waves.
This is for you.