From the window of my hotel
I can see the streets
Under a deep sea of light
It seems as if the city has flooded
Buses cars and pedestrians
Can be seen and almost touched
Busy under the bright surface
Of the false sea beneath me
The effect has of course
Been created with a purpose
By the many festive lights
That hang high above the gleaming streets
I have been seduced this busy tableau
It is so pleasing to me
That I find myself in a fond isolation
Watching the tides come and go
Alba