Oh How I Remember

Thinking back to my night in Hong Kong

I remember the night I rode the open carriage,
above all that traveled beside me.
Bringing me closer to the neon light.

As darkness set in, a new face of this city awoke.
People came out to explore a familiar city, both strangers
and natives alike could feel the wonder given to us by
this brightly lit face.

I remember moving to the cement from my ride up high,
I remember feeling the brick as I ventured forth into a night unknown.
The scent of food and fish, the sounds of people and cool wind rushing through.
Oh how I remember, the gem I explored that neon night.