The City of Lights

From my tower of solitude

I look at the city of lights…

Bright, vibrant and colourful,

a pure amalgamation of hues;

Like thousand precious stones glistening

under the midnight sky.

Tempting my heart, teasing my soul

like a hundred elusive lies.

Inviting me to join them, or maybe jesting

at my self-enforced exile.

The lights tease me again,

asking me, about the one I love.

Like a distant memory she seems to me now,

and I know not, if it was ever real.

I see a stranger

walking on the street with her lover;

a happy couple they are

and have not a worry in the world.

What is this feeling,

that I sense building in me?

Is it love for her? The Stranger?

Or is it jealousy?

Is that Stranger a reminiscence of my past days?
Or does her beauty deceive my eyes?

The lights ask again,

What I could do to return to her?

I could cross the skies,

the seven seas, if only she calls for me...

Until then, I gaze at the night sky,

the moon and the stars.

And from my tower of solitude,

I look at the city of lights…