If Lamps Could Speak

If lamps could speak,

They gently urged the night

To stay a little longer;

 As the frigid breeze of winds were still

Effecting the flames of the lamps

And they are dancing bright.

Looking at the deserted paths to direct strangers,

Giving them the beams of their own sight.

If lamps could speak,

They sang serenade for the moon,

Which peeked out of the window of clouds,

Blushingly accepting the love tune,

Magnificently they both blend into each other

On the starry covered lagoon.

If lamps could speak,

I used to hear the fairy tales from them,

Felt the warmth and coziness of their flame,

Slept on their motherly bosom.