Sleepless in Singapore
The rainwashed roads are glazed shimmery, twinkling under the street lamp glare.
The sound of tyres making tiny waves as taxi meters blink a bright red.
The wispy, teasing, ever so slight hints of a breeze, tickling, enveloping.
The fresh new scent of the shower, the occasional low rumble in the distance.
The little island exfoliating with skyjuice as its inhabitants dream till dusk.
Whilst the spirits of the sleepless are uplifted.
The sound of tyres making tiny waves as taxi meters blink a bright red.
The wispy, teasing, ever so slight hints of a breeze, tickling, enveloping.
The fresh new scent of the shower, the occasional low rumble in the distance.
The little island exfoliating with skyjuice as its inhabitants dream till dusk.
Whilst the spirits of the sleepless are uplifted.