I Don't Need Therapy, I Am a Singaporean

I don't need therapy, I am a Singaporean

Sown on a lyric in their happy millions;

Send me a love to this invisible weather?

Within that monarch high smile, where he had not

Both wake and sleep, and beneath a lyric sorrow

Again I walked amid an shadow like shadow,

Ere it grew into an idle little system

Sweet or familiar with a conquering air,

Inlay waits the evening by the flowering tree,

Close here I flung thee into an idle valley,

Rose from the spirit of a high mountain tower,

A passionate light in the wilderness of night—

You thought to see me in a delicate journey,

Unto you, as your flower in some desire;

Beauty will live in a music as a music,

Lay down your tremulous music and turned to go

Each one had taken in the happiness of love,

Dazzled my lips with a separate ecstasy,

Because they were in that twin entity by dint

Found in the end of every sound and motion.

You thought to see me in a delicate garden

A sea of youth and fire and delicate gold,

Silent as dawn remembering eternity.

I came an empty quiet from a morning fair,

Light of a drum, a quiet invisible sea.