I watched the Asian highway
Slide past the early morning heat
And through my sore sleepy eyes
I saw a stream of light falling from the clouds.
North, east, south, or west. Where it landed I do not know.
In my mind map of Mae Sot I can tell.
Only that it fell somewhere near Minmahaw.
It flickered in the distance
Yet in memory it burns with flavour still
I rub my eyes and sigh, wishing no new scene to
Fall before my sight.
Somewhere over the rainbow plays in my head, round and round.
Kind, sweet and gentle hearted.
Growing with a golden soul more valuable than
It is a wonderful dream.
Somewhere over the rainbow, untouchable.
Moving in memory, frozen in the past.
Sea food hot pot... mmmm!