Shangri-La

The days pass me by. And I forget to write.

This is the floating world, the Great Artist's Illusion, a dream that is more real to me than the last ten years have been.

I don't pinch myself. I don't need to remind myself to be here, to remember. I am here with every fibre of my being.

I am in the Garden City. My eyes trail bouganvillea, birds of paradise, frangipani everywhere, orange embellishments weaving in between cars, buildings, people.

I am on the sand, in the sea, swimming in the rain.

There were white butterflies at the wedding. There were two yellow butterflies dancing on the angels at the white washed Armenian Church. There are thunderstorms and smiling friendly faces.

As the Singaporeans say.... "Happiness, can? Can! Can can can!!"

My brother had asked me to write something for the wedding, but I found it impossible to do so while in England. An hour before the ceremony though, on the beach, with the sea singing in my ears, I wrote and later recited the following words...

An Island Marriage

We pray for rain sometimes

Sometimes we pray for sun

In between the heavens dance

This game was all for fun

How but in tears and laughter

Can two families become one?

Here by the rocks and butterflies

Here where the palm trees blow

Here our hearts are cradled

by a love that continues to grow

A love lapped by the seas of time

from the Phillipines to Japan

across English borders

towards Indian shores

We gather our prayers together

and send our blessings forwards

to our beautiful married couple

the beloved wedded ones

to my brother and my sister

Maria-Theresa and Irfan.