Shimmer

The world bends around you
As if it is moved by your presence
The beams of New York
Oh how they shimmer when you are near

They begin to give way
Bending slightly into a wave
Waves that have lost their place
Waves that belong in a small lake

Made from a small stone
A stoned skipped across the surface
Each causing a cascade of ripples
A new ripple with every hop

But maybe the ripple of the beams is not out of place
Maybe they ripple because you are that stone
That small stone that slides across the pond
Effecting everything within

Effecting everything, even me.