The tiny fairies retreat from the bushes,
activating their wands.
They shower waves of dust
that paints the fading evening pink canvas
into an obsidian sheet.
Remains of their magic form into twinkling stars
that makes the sky a masterpiece.
Vancouver, the city
suddenly transforms into an alive atmosphere.
Lamposts lit up their bulbs;
their rays overlap the streets.
Fluorescents and chandeliers from indoors
permeate through glass windows
that are welcomed by rows of string lights above the roads,
saying “Come and join the party!”
glowing with bursts of colors.
Neon signboards illuminate in front of buildings
that summon red, blue, green, and gold ribbons
around the busy streets.
Oh! How I just love the atmosphere!
Nighters pace here and there;
their stomachs growling for the melting pot of cuisines
that are just a stone’s throw from their parking spots.
Or their souls begging for entertainment,
the DJs blast their best beats that echo from clubs.
Boutiques may be closed,
but the eateries ain’t stop celebrating
another birth of a clear night.
Toot! Toot! TOOOOOOOT!
Did you hear that?
The steam clock in Gastown has rang the final hour.
But I wouldn’t want to leave
this vibrant world.
I am not drunk, but I am energized
by the glorious lights that calls the city