From Cloud 9 at dusk,
a million specks of city lights
beckon to me in unison,
sweetly singing a single name —
unmistakably, undeniably yours. 
The sky plummets into total darkness
and the song of the city lights
ignite with greater fervor:

Such a pity, our beauty offer no mercy
To lonesome spectators as you;
You had better be hooked up with him, dear lady
When you’re back for a second view.

First poem inspired by the guy of my dreams... 01.03.2009