Chinese Lantern.

I was fifteen  or sixteen. 

 
Sleeping by a field, near a forest.
Stars overhead.
 
I saw a glow in the sky.
 
A little light.
 
I stood up,
and followed it for miles.
 
It passed over trees, down roads,
Through fields.
 
Probably a couple of hours later,
It came down quite quick.
 
It took me another hour to find.
 
..The remains of a Chinese lantern.
 
Wrapped up, in the burnt remnants,
Was a little note.
 
It said, 
I am sad. I am alone. 
 
I considered my next action, carefully..
 
 
Each year.
 
I travel high, 
with a Chinese lantern.
 
(There easy to make.)
 
A tall building, a mountain, a cliff..
 
I send it off, at night with my own message.
 
You are loved.
 
I include five pounds.
 
 
The message will never arrive.
 
But a request for help, should not be ignored.
 
Some years, i forget.
 
some years, I send two.
 
Sometimes, I make the lanterns with children,
and we send messages to make people laugh and smile.
 
We lit a hundred lanterns,
watching them fly of into the night.
 
It looked pretty cool.
 
If you look up, you might even see one. :)
 
 
Don’t be sad, you are never alone.
 
 
 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When I think of that small lantern, 

I saw in the sky.

 

It reminds me of the little lights,

people place in the Ganges in india,

at night.

 

The lights represent their soul.

 

Much like a lost lantern travelling,

or maybe a poem wrote from the soul?

 

Never to reach its mews.

 

I always though Zoroastrianism,

an interesting religion.

 

Good thoughts.

Good words.

Good deeds.

 

Well, I try.

 

Something to aspire to, huh? :)

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