for syat. love, fehy.

shall i strap diamonds to the feet of a homing pigeon?
let fly northwest across vast seas bound for you in london
past customs, past taxes, politicians and bureaucrats
with prayers and beautiful wishes into your pocket

monsoons and sandstorms her tired body glissades over
scatter the seeds of a bird's desire, give her some water
let her raging heartbeat ebb away, quench her vicious thirst
valiantly she has faught, racing winds to get there first

my dear, wonderful girl you have grown so admirably
yet you remain YOU, like the heady days of langkawi
your heart is kind, your mind is sharp and you're fun to no end
shamin is a lucky man and i am a grateful friend.

love you, bitch