You were born in a time of giving thanks
a spring baby it seems
So appropriate
because from you springs forth dreams
The dreams of your family
your own dreams of aspiration
they gather in your heart and yearn
for destiny
Where bright lights glisten
Where love beckons
Where trees sway in the wind
A place called Brooklyn.
And I hope you realize
I think of you daily
It's different worlds we live in
but love like this is rare
I keep track of all the buskers
and street musicians
(I know)
you're going to make an amazing movie someday
Your dreams beckon
For I know your heart
Belongs to this city
Where we first met.
Where the summer treated us
like newfound children
Celebrating the start of something
neither had expected
And I retrace the steps
we drew with our footprints
These daily interactions
with the 'hood that you left
The wind still carries your scent
Or so I imagine
And I dream
Of when I can hold you again.
The bright lights glisten
and love beckons.
