You Held My Hands

It is not another figment of my imagination.

This afternoon, I saw him hold up my hands
He whispered his secret message to me
Every inch of me reached out
I could only crumble before him
And experience a timeless moment no other relationship can offer.
No theatrical production can deliver (cos they are one of the most effective means of reaching into my soul).

Now
All I have to do is to incubate this spoken-promise
And replay the vision is my mind.

I have no clue where he's leading me to:
Local university (highly unlikely)
Overseas (shrugs)
A dream job opportunity somewhere confidential (until he lands me in it)

We'll see.

Besides me,
You've gotta ask and expect
For his personal message and vision for you.
No one can seize his words for you,
Except you.