November 17th, 2024

Under the round moon's pearly sheen,
A thousand lights paint the night scene.
Along the Ping's dark flowing way,
The krathongs dance and sway and play.

Fireworks burst in thunderous flight,
Painting stories bold and bright,
While down below, the offerings float,
Each one a wish, a prayer, a note.

The parade moves like a river too,
Floats gleaming gold and silver-new.
Through streets where people laugh and sing,
Their joy makes all of Chiang Mai ring.

Each flame that drifts upon the stream
Carries hope, releases dream.
While overhead the full moon glows,
And peace like water gently flows.

​The city pulses, wild and free,
In this night of revelry.
As past and future gently meet
Where light and water softly greet.