New City in the Future

M. Gira

Here , here it is , the place where you lived , The place where you rose , transparent , a ghost - You were mine .

Here , here's where you walked , different now , moonlight and chalk , Polished white stone , bruised feet , shattered bone , the brittle hand of a child - You were mine .

Raise , raise me up , up from the ground , naked , transposed , wound like a rose , face painted with white , mouth full of black stones - You were mine .

Here , here it is , look at it shine , pure , polished and white , piercing the sky , new towers of ice , lifeless and clean - You were mine .