"Without My Tiny Friends"

In the sky above, our nearest star

Has sought to disappear

For now is cold and lifeless

As if t’was never here

All it left was pale reflection

On a lonely satellite

Cycling above us

In the black infinite

It’s more distant cousins

No longer greet my eye

For pole bound fakers

In its absence now belie

A bright and cheerful spirit

They’ll never truly represent

Yet the loss of this neighbouring sphere of fire

Is not what I lament

For its lack of presence, does not last long

And soon the sky will mend

Throwing out gifts of warmth and light

When it chooses to ascend

No, I miss the burning embers

The tiny, little flames

Sending out their beacon flares

Many years away

Our neighbour’s distant cousins

Are the things I find I miss

And upon a home, so far from here

I begin to reminisce

Of a land, you can find a place

Where all the lights go out

Which in this oriental abyss

You’ll find, I highly doubt

So in light drizzle, here I stand

On a lonely Hong Kong night

Pondering on how I miss the stars

And their beautiful, pinpoint light.