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15 years since the big blackout or August 14, 2003, one of the nights that made Toronto, beloved city ever in the process of becoming.
From a plane, landing by night, the earth below, as black as space. City lights, form constellations, one twinkling bulb, is our homeworld. From a porch, clouded homecoming, the sky above, an amber void. City lights, you know we love you, just let us a have a few more stars. Starlight, dark city, the big blackout went our heads, but the big lights of our bright city, haven't heard a word we've said. City lovers, we loved our city by night, but never truly kissed with the lights off until that night, the power out province wide, our lips lit by moonlight and Milky Way. Beneath the big lights of our bright city, we ask why the switch can't be flipped every night to let us see the diamonds with which the black heaves are tipped. We didn't make you to leave us in the dark, but city lights, you've become to stark. And while our cities have outgrown their fortifications of stone, they are still enclosed behind your gates of illumination. City lights, we'll always love you, but it's past time to let the stars back in. We stand at your gates and the song that we sing is of starlight. We watch through the night as we await the stars return.