My Poem - Symphony in the Sky

Last night at Fort Canning Hill,
I lay on someones sarong throw.

Over the prickly grass,
stretching feet wide,
hands by my side.

My ears perks wistfully,
To melancholy tunes,
Unplugged, with vocalists in duets,
audiences abreast.

I lay face up watching the sky
And this is what I see ...

A wonderful glimpse it was,
Of a yearned craving met,
of a merged oneness,
with the night sky above.

Darkness has fallen but
Sky looks daylight blue,
Stars’ abundant,
winking back at me.
Air high high above,
Fresh, clear and crisp.

White Clouds floating by,
in different shapes and sizes,
In very slow motion,
waving and chuckling at me.
In different layers,
sequenced unplanned,
unfazed by each other's
type of dance.

Floating by like a symphony,
orchestrated beautifully
in this very musical night.

Yet in this sequence,
There is a special quietness
A stillness in his gaze.
A stillnes in her gestures.

In this stillness
Lies a peaceful grace,
In this thoughtless moment,
lies complete silence.

O’ Blue Sky, O’ White Clouds, O’ Starry Night,
My symphony in the sky.
In this stillness, in this silence,
How I fell in love with thee.