Chasing the night,
Anxious to see the dawn,
Yet comfortable in the warmth of darkness.
Reflective in silent solitude.
Remembering the past,
Savouring the present,
A nervous yet electrifying anticipation for the future.
Sometimes it’s hard to find the words.
The words to capture the love.
The words to express the calm.
They roll around my head,
Seeking their release.
Permission to dance across the page.
Desperately trying to draw this picture.
A rebirth or a reunion?
A clean slate?
Or an addition to an already familiar rhythm?
Bonds strengthened.
Defenses lowered.
The true soul bared without fear.
A tearful goodbye
Smothered incompletely
By male bravado.
The description neither matters nor devalues.
Warmth.
Love.
Respect.
Honour.
All under Singapore skies.
