Sun, 28 May 2000

The Magic Carpet

As I lit a cigarette one lonely night
I pondered the sky and noticed a light
Never had I seen such a fascinating sight
So misty but yet so clearly bright
A misty illumination surrounding the moon
Like the brightness of it melting in one hot June
Lighting up the dark lifeless sky
Like a magic carpet dreaming, floating by
It was a moment of inspiration from the Hand
An invitation to enter the electric-lady land
A painting created by nature and fantasy
Set for me whether to choose to be free
What was I to do? How was I to perceive?
As the magic carpet patiently awaits me
Then slowly and slowly came goodbye
As the magic carpet faded into the sky
As I watched with my innocent eyes
I realized my chance to be free has died

-- By Cyril Wong