"Chicago is calling my name

With those dim city lights

And smoke fill streets,

It tells of the future it could hold for me

Skyscrapers welcoming with open arms

And the rain,

Soft and cold, yet it's

Exactly

What I need.

It sings me to sleep, this silly lullaby,

'Habit will make you love me'

And the pictures are so clear as they swim inside my head

Of the loft, love lost

Memories beckoning in wordless pleas,

But those metropolitan windows weep

Because they know why my heart

Won't

Let me return to that sacred place:

My Chicago."

4:57am 7/26/2005