A/N:This is actually a year old, but Ionly found it recently. I wrote it while sitting on my sister's rooftop in NYC on New Years Eve.
Alone on my rooftop,
I hear the distant sounds of Times Square.
The night is clear,
yet no stars are seen;
the light of the city obscures them.
I miss the island,
not noisy or crowded,
but silent and deep,
under a starry August sky,
unlike this bleak December
where I hear horns and sirens
in place of the sound
of the loons on the lake
as it washes
against the shore of my island,
and I peacefully sleep in my cabin
with the breath of my friends about me,
of the promise held by the dawn.
Here I sit alone,
shivering in the cold night air,
waiting for a new year,
thinking of my friends,
dreaming of my love.