Chicago Dreamland
Sleeping in the car not far from Montrose Beach not before gazing upon the lake in midnight’s splendor.
A warm sweater I wore, woven from night and moonlight glistening through skyscrapers and surface.
To feel the transcendent in the space above and through the gate of Gothic avenue to North Shore’s shrouding trees and the Heaven that lies behind our eyes.
This place is more real than life itself, and it is this place that I long to never leave.
Whether my feet pierce roots in these sands and streets or my mind remains entranced in this clarity and ecstasy
I will never leave.
I will never leave.
I will never leave.
This ode to Chicago is more beautiful than it deserves from an outsiders vantage point. We can't always be certain of love, its origin or its demise, but if you are speaking for yourself, you've captured it in these words.