queen

S A L L Y

A decade swam by the Ganges River
The jagged edges of holy water
Cut, soothe and made me shiver
Life only gets magically better.

I know not anymore how to pen
Reviving the flare of a growing passion
Yet my feelings ascend and slowly sharpen
Baffled; no words filled my vision.

But old are not these feelings inside
The hour glass erased not my loyalty
Many a comfort did Sally’s voice provide;
when I drifted in and out of insanity.

A perfect being Sally is not to me
For perfection like chasing a fairy
Up to heaven, where no one can be
Only to find out that none exists, sorry!

Sally’s words I read with pride
Her sincerity discerns not one domain
She inspires, cares and is always a guide
As for me, an unassuming fan I remain.

Her career sets her on a constant drive.
Within the heart lives a simple woman -
amid ordinary constituents of life;
but a melodious voice not so common.

Sally’s music I continue to hear
decade after decade, ends it never
For being who you are - thank you, dear
There is no doubt this bond is forever.

(c) Wendy Loh Lai Si 2006