Red Street, Blue Tower Poem by Eleven Lin

I woke up to find myself in a strange place
Where a cat dozed off with good grace.
It seemed that he was fond of dreaming,
In which he could find a fish, chewing.

On the bench shined the sunlight softly.
Walking in the street, I found nobody.
In a grocery there were many fish on sale.
The whole thing seemed like a fairy tale.

The cat appeared in the corner of the Red Street.
Gazing at the fish, he was like the captain of a fleet.
Mouth watering, he turned to me,
Asking me to find out the shop's key.

I soon recognized him and we came together,
Heading for the top of the Blue Tower.
Along the way leaves were falling tumultuously,
Flowing to attend the sky's wedding ceremony.

The stairs before us were long and winding.
The exit could not be seen though we were finding.
Suddenly there was a voice speaking from above,
"You can't leave until you can find your love."