Warmness Poem by chew cheng yew

Time and again with-

no full stop, I'm walking-

in the fog within the-

dark forlorn forest.



Whilst I'm standing-

with a disdained heart-

, I hardly make another-

move using my barefoot in-

the act of i gasping with air-

no more.



Out of the sky, a mortal remains-

is seen hazily, a dome of gold shines-

on that flesh.



She rises and walks to towards-

me with no illusion.



The fog verges on vanishing-

with no trace seeing that-

a sudden flow of liquid polishes-

my body to affection, the mild-climate-

of the earth is felt once again,

it's a tailor-made scene for-

the birth of infatuation.



Flying creatures are gathering-

to be the Rising Crescendo of Besottedness,

I look into the beatific eyes of her, a wild inspiration-

sparkles through my sights and energises my-

desire to the peak.



With no grief, I hug the irresistible phantom-

wholeheartedly.



'No body, no body but you' is now the phrase i can utter-

with.



'Warmness of a heart will melt the frozen soul down to-

the point of rapture always.'