The sky's crying

Looking out of the window, the translucent blackness is decorated with shimmers of lights. I lived on the 36th storey facing Sentosa and its a sight that I yearned for many years. The tranquility and silence upon which I am perched above the city. The sights are inviting and the sky is near...so near.

Looking down, with the gentle wind caressing my face, I felt warmth within me. The city is a pretty picture, too delicate to spoil and too fragile to touch. The tiny moving lights buzzed through the long and straight roads. There are also many christmas trees around, just that it is lights that snaked up the buildings.

Looking far, I saw flickering lights calling for me from the seas. They are waving gracefully. For a moment I cannot tell them from stars.

Looking up, the moon shuns away and the stars hid behind the red clouds. Within minutes, well, all good things must come to an end, at least for now, a temporary end.....the sky starts to cry....for who? I cry for him too.