Old n shabby lamp
lights up Aladdin’s dark little room
though behind him is still the frightening shadows, the far corners still dim n gloom
the importance lies in the eyes of Aladdin, the eyes with keen n flickering flames…
Who gives us a magic lamp?
what lights us our path?
what drives away our fear?
n what keeps the flicker flicker n pokes up the dying fire?
Flame n eyes
it radiants into the eyes, 90 degrees direct
they reflect the glow not slanted cause they are searching
n for more the reason of understanding the connection…
It doesn’t belong to his servant who traded it for a new
It belongs to the only Aladdin who treasured the old n shabby one
even though he lost it and has to gain it back
yet it is His anyway, the magic lamp of Aladdin
Am I your magic lamp?
n are you my magic one!
mutual connection lights up our path
we are the light for each other n we are Aladdin at the same time!
Poet: Hai Bo