Tuesday, July 27, 2004

after sunset one day

It's so hard to see the stars in Singapore, the night sky is always lighted. Last night, the sky seemed split down that tree-lined path. On the one side, it was a heavy dark blue fading into white light where it touched the rooftops and treetops, and on the other, it was a deep purple melting into a pinkish glow over the highest level of a pagoda. I don't think it's the setting sun, I know it! 

But what I want to remember is this- liang wan you mian, liang bei gan zhe shui, and a lamp with many rays of light.

And if I were your mirror mirror on the wall, I would tell you everyday even if you couldn't care to ask, that you're the dearest and finest of them all.