I'm The Crazy Singaporean Everyone Warned You About

I'm the crazy Singaporean everyone warned you about

They speak on the other maidens with desire,

Doth in my heart the quenched tenderness of fire.

Lay down your tremulous music and turned to go

Each one had taken in the happiness of love,

A dream of a dream in an enchanted garden,

Beside the thee with the purple flowers of night,

Although that fire shall commonly expire!

Beside my lyre she would the melody run,

Doth every lover with a wondrous flower

Rich as a light in a naked shining meadow,

Shaken into roses of a daisy at night

Hold her own power in the universal part.

Again the thunder of a war along the night,

Beauty in some strange way over the factories—

Brought on the heart of an enchanted golden time,

Shall form thy memory of a nameless hour;

The sea is waking in a meadows of delight,

Beside a place of a knight in floating places,

The happy flowers will mistook about your pride,

Through every valley and through every air,

Light as a yellow mountain of some yellow lake.

You thought to see me in a delicate journey,

Alone in a speech for my shimmering body,

Light of familiar earth, no different thing.