Two hearts longing to touch,
to reach out to each other
across the great expanse of miles
that separate them.
A longing to hold each other.
Hearts beating together in rhythme.
Longing to bridge this distance between them.
She in a city bright lighted,
the City of Angels.
Glitter and Glamour surround her.
She quietly walks in beat to the sounds
of what has become for her
a way of life, city life.

And he finds comfort
among the tall peaked mountains.
He walks where eagles fly,
and stands looking out at the
natural beauty, awed and inspired.
Yet his heart longs for the only beauty
he wants to lay his eyes upon;
His City Girl.

Quietly he walks along the banks of
the stream that flows through
the forested valleys, flowing
through beautiful flower carpeted
meadows soaking in a rainbow of
reds and blues, pinks and yellows.

As he stands beneath a tall pine,
he see's her.


A vision of her standing
at the edge of the meadow.
Her long dark, beautiful hair
gently blowing in the breeze.
He longs to reach for her.
And as he watches she
reaches out her arms,
calling to him.
He crosses the meadow
to be with his City Girl.

But then the vision
begins to dissipate.
The distance between them grows.
She then turns away,
with a tear in her eye,
He knows she is going
back to the bright city lights.

While he stands alone among the tall
jagged peaks, looking out across
the shore of an alpine lake
the fiery sunset reminds him
of the fire in his heart.
A fire that burns
for the love of a
beautiful City Girl.

your poem is awesome but a little sad still great thanks 4 sharing it.

too bad there's not a happy medium of half city and half country...nice write