rain.
it rained.
I
fell.
it
rained
I
loved.
it
rained.
I lost.
it
rained.
It
loved.
I
rained.
rain.

The following are some photos from my recently celebrated 2nd birthday. There was a small outdoor party thrown in my honor on Saturday. The weather added to a perfect evening- no rain, but cloudy enough to keep temperatures relatively cool. I owe a big thank-you to Aunty Germaine for baking the perfect yummy cake for me.

We spent the Sunday morning hiking, cycling and splashing our way through the island of Pulau Ubin, and the wetlands of Chek Jawa. It was our second excursion on this rustic island. Again we had perfect weather on this thoroughly enjoyable trip. Thank you mummy for taking care of us these last couple of days.

Wish I could do this everyday...

About to set the record attempt for the youngest person to swim across the channel...

That's disgusting, can't you learn to control yourself? Get me out of here quick!

It's ok Evan, your dad needed a quick refill of alcohol...

We really should bring more beer on the next trip...

All's well that ends well!

The winds of time blow quietly by,
As Autumn leaves bid farewell to another year.
A fleeting dream of you, Evan and me,
Washed away by the blood stained tear.

Two winters have passed amid long lonely nights,
As we sit at our dinner table set for three,
Waiting patiently in the fading candle light,
We have missed your warmth so very dearly.

Forever in our hearts.

I've had many times I can tell you
Times when innocence I'd trade for company
And children saw me crying
I thought I had my share of that
But these miss you nights Are the longest
Midnight diamonds
Stud my heaven
Southward burning
Lie the jewels that eye my place
And the warm winds
That embrace me
Just as surely kissed your face
Yeah these miss you nights
Are the longest

How I miss you I'm not likely to tell
I'm a man and cold day light
Buys the pride I'd rather sell
All my secrets
Are wasted affair
You know them well
Thinking of my going
How to cut the thread
And leave it all behind
Looking windward for my compass
I take each day as it arrives
But these miss you nights
Are the longest

Lay down all thought of your surrender
Its only me who's killing time
Lay down all dreams and themes once remembered
Its just the same
This miss you game
Yeah these miss you nights
Are the longest

-Miss you nights, Cliff Richard
.

My life has fallen down
around me before
-lots of times,
for lots of reasons-
usually other people.

And most of the time
I was fortunate enough
to have a large lump of
that life hit me on the
head and render me numb
to the pain & desolation
that followed.
And I survived.
And I live to love again.

But this,
this slow erosion from below
-or within-
it's me falling down around my life
because you're still in that life
-but not really.
And you're out of that life
-but not quite.

I do all right
alone,
and better
together,
but
I do very poorly
when
semi-
together.

In solitude
I do much,
in love
I do more,
but
in doubt
I only transfer
pain to paper
in gigantic Passion Plays
complete with miracles and martyrs
and crucifixions and resurrections.
This series of passion poems
is becoming a heavy cross to bare.

As the deer canters forth for the water,
So my soul longs after your spirit,
You alone are my heart's desire,
And I long to hold you in my arms
You alone were my strength, my shield,
To you alone made my spirit yield,
You alone are my heart's desire,
And I long to cherish thee.

You were my friend,
And you were my soul mate,
Even though you were my Queen.
I love you more than any other,
So much more than anything.
You alone were my strength, my shield,
To you alone made my spirit yield,
You alone were my heart's desire,
And I long to cherish thee.

May your soul rest in everlasting peace my dearest Frances.

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

-Remember, Christina Rossetti

I am Joy.
I am everything.
I can do all things but two:

1. forget that I love you.

2. forget that I love you.