Capping twenty-eight stories of brick for the prettyThe nightlight for the darkened city A marker for travelers and wanderers alikeThis northern star–our city light Like a crown for the wealthy who live belowAngelic halo of halogen glow Bats and pigeons peek on those passing byFor cocktails, movies, or a room for the night An empty black canvas this view would beWithout the nightlightWe would see just bricks and trees