The Red Lantern

Walking down the streets at night,

With earphones painting another delusional sight,

I noticed the street lights, glowing upright,

With no shame or pride,

Timidly shining under the moonlight.

I saw the houses,

The buildings, the walls,

Singing back to me from afar,

Telling me stories,

Calling me home,

With promises of comfort and of lone.

Suddenly, you flashed right before me.

I know in my mind, you weren't there,

But, believe me, you were right there!

I recalled the red lantern and you,

Both right there in my room.

Today,

While you stay,

In the moment or past the way,

I will write to you.

But dear,

You are way beyond my words,

Thirty or four hundred eighty, numbers all fail.

You are way beyond a poetry,

Let alone a poet.

A page can never capture you,

Neither a book.

I don't know what the words above mean,

or what they taste like.

I will never know what love is,

But I know how a home feels.

Oh dear,

But remember that

A poetry can never capture you,

And the earth can only try.