Fragile strands of gold
Falling from the fading picturesque scene
Of beaming sun and dissolving sky
Blending into a soft spread of blurry hues
Glowing spots of round warm light
Pop up in the midst of austere penitentiaries
Orange orbs of hope reflect in the eyes
Of dimly sparkling squat shoppes
Trying to peek out from behind
Dark overbearing towers
Fragile strands of gold
Fading to black as the moon
Casts it's long cool stare
Over the quarreling inhabitants
Of the city that never sleeps
But never wakens