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 sunIn between the heavens dance
This game was all for fun
How but in tears and laughterCan two families become one?
Here by the rocks and butterfliesHere where the palm trees blow
Here our hearts are cradled
by a love that continues to grow
A love lapped by the seas of timefrom the Phillipines to Japan
We gather our prayers togetherand send our blessings forwards
to our beautiful married couple
the beloved wedded ones
to my brother and my sister