Brooklyn Dreams

In a corner of Brooklyn,

by the bay and the pier,

born and raised in Bay Ridge.

Manhattan skyscrapers as a backdrop,

the streets of my youth,

rock and rolling to a certain beat –

the parks where childhood feet would stray

and the sun seemed to shine so bright.

Swings were meant to try to reach the sky,

ever higher like a bird in flight.

Every corner I could see,

old friends waving to me,

strolled down to Fort Hamilton High,

was it not yesterday –

When it was class time?

Can it be that time has flown?

Nothing could compare,

to early morning strolls,

as the sun lit up,

the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge.

The familiar shops,

the faces of smiling merchants,

just like a little town –

that’s the Brooklyn I remember.

Quaint restaurants,

neighborhood pubs,

raising a glass or two –

toasting the town.

Things might have changed,

as time has rolled on –

but for me the memories still shine.

I know that I can still bring back,

in my imagination how it all once was,

from Bay Ridge all the way to Coney Island,

want to find a way to stray back,

to take a look –

at the Brooklyn of my dreams.

Even if it would be for just one more look,

to say good-bye forever,

it would still make my heart beat faster,

make the memories shine ever brighter,

just to be a part of it,

one more time –

Brooklyn you’ll always be mine.

Rasma Raisters
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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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