Poem - Street with no name

From my poem collection "City Lights"

Streets with no names,

in our hearts too much champagne.

We are holding hands

feeling like kings, having no fear.

The smell of fresh bread in the air

we are walking free through the streets with no names.

You stop and you touch my cheek, we kiss goodnight

in our hearts too much wine.

The city lights are dancing like stars,

like magic, like a dream.

They twinkle and they whisper...

Tonight, you feel like home,

tonight, I miss you even more.

Standing by the gloomy window now

Looking at the shadows of the streets with no names

so far away you are.

And in my hand, a glass of champagne.