A little poem ...

As I have mentioned previously, Yee-leng has great artistic flair. She gave me an entire file full of scrap pieces of paper with scribbling of her work one day in JC1. This poem was found in the file and I just thought of posting it.

As I sit here	Tomorrow awaits us,		Our hearts are linked,
With my thoughts aflow	With the turning of this		By a human emotion,
& my spirit at peace	Mighty sphere.		By the peace of the night
The quietness of the night	A new turn of events,		With the upper world
Soothes my soul.	More challenges ahead.		As witness.
God is watching over me	Be it good or bad,		But the day we part,
From the havens above	It all lies above.		With things yet undone,
Thoughts and worries are but	In the next part		Of dreams unfulfilled,
Specks of stars in	Of the sky,		Will come.
The distance:	Of our life,		The wound will bleed,
Shrouded in the blanket	Under the veil of		The tears will fall,
Of the unseeing,	Mystery.		But blood will clot
Of the closed eyes.	Like the knocking of		& the fullest lake will dry.
My mind travels across	A stranger on the door;		The link of time passes us by,
The countless miles	As the game of		The bond is broken,
To a little place called home	Chance proceeds,		A wall is built,
In my heart.	Paths intertwine.		Close to me you
Where my sister sits	Friendships form.		May be,
In the same solitary silence	A brief elapse of memory		But our spirits will fly
At her desk	& a blank appears,		A different direction
Penning a letter to me.	With the parting of lands.		Willful, lost, wondering
Outside her window,	It is but a past,		& ignorant.
The same starry nightsky,	Lasting now,		I cherish every moment
The same thoughts,	But not forever.		Of this night.
The same peace.	Today,		I thank God I’ve
	You'll be here with me Dreaming of things undone,		Known you. I pray for you,
	Waiting to be fulfilled Together		I pray for the Hesitance of time.
			One day we shall Smile on our tears
			With acceptance.

“As you turn the pages, leave no article un-scrutinized (inside-out, front-back). I know we’ll never be in the same class again, so treat this as a ‘dossier’ of the two years in secondary school we have spent together. (Where you’ve received 50 white slips for playing with & wasting water, 20 yellow slips for bullying of person sitting in front of you, and a blue slip that accounts for my never seeing you due to your attendance in Chinese lessons.)”

This file is one of the greatest gift I have ever received.