THE LIGHT AND I

The light and I invent you,
city, as now in the breaking day
of fantasy and sun
you are born into the world;
city still hazy,
with blood, light and dreams
on your white facades.
I don’t know what dawn
I cast on buildings,
nor what morning sun
illuminates the valley, the sea,
the streets, within me.
The world and I
have exchanged lights.