Cities

There is no mouth
In which the earth can speak
Trees stand on patches of unnatural hills
To touch the ancient, is reaching too deep

Buildings with jagged faces
Stand blind without eyes
All magic seams distant
From my natural instincts I have become untied

Ghostly figures pushing dreams
Close my eyes, see the colors
Our history, a lesson
Reaching out to help each other

Yet there is a magic
Deep within the concrete streets
A dream of advanced connection
A new way to move my feet

I dream beyond the concrete
And the problems have a solution
Less people, deeper connection
I believe in human evolution


-Nicole Jordan-