Back in the attic again today. This poem is from the days when I lived in New Orleans prior to Katrina.

Upon the roof high above it all
I look below and ache to call
Please come to me from where you will
I'm way up here awaiting still
You see I reign above it all
For fear that love will make me fall
For wanting more than can be given
For seeking what I know as Heaven
In this place where darkness reigns
Where city lights go untamed
Right next to where the Mississippi runs
Where the sound of Blues can come undone
Alas I'm where I ought to be
My silhouette high above the trees
With eyes shining in the midnight blue
Wishing for more than I could use
Here is happiness in a smile dressed well
In the facade of a lady in her own Hell
For to take less would be unfair
To this Southern woman who waits up here
Its Blues at Midnight while New Orleans sleep
And way up here this Rebel weeps.