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…
