The Onsen at Dinner Plain, Mt Hotham July 2013

Snowflakes falling around me from the night sky
whirling, indifferently
passing by like strangers in a crowd.
Its beautiful but I don't feel a thing
A wind blows through
And a white mist manifests itself from the pool
like a phantom it rises and the wind carries it away
I look up and glimpse a star
The snow flakes continue to fall incessantly, silently
A few land on my face and turn to water
I gaze skywards as they run off.

A Book Lover

Date a literary girl
And she will take you to places you've never been.
Make love to a girl who reads.
A girl who says she loves your library more than you :)
Kiss her on the lips
As she reads intently from some obscure foreign novel
Watch her as she browses through your collection
Get excited as her fingers touches your books
Because nothing is more delightful
Nothing in the world could be more wonderful
Than a girl who loves my books.
YMC July 2013.

Love is the leap of faith we take like an acrobat

Love is the leap of faith we take. Like a trapeze acrobat jumping off a platform into the darkness. Not knowing for certain 100% whether his partner will meet him midair to

help catch him. Because the other option is staying on the platform, safe, comfortable and alone - which is good too but not even half as fun. YMC 19th July.

The Moment has come

Now the moment has come
To put the past behind
To put down our baggage of stored junk
To throw it - dump it - discard - destroy
And to leave it behind.
Walk away
Walk away now
That is nothing left for you to take
Do not be left behind
Remove all the things that hinder you
That threaten to drown you
That bind you
That shackle you
Walk Run Escape
You can't do that carrying the past behind.

Walk Away with Me

The road is long
My burden is heavy
I pray but I'm talking to the air
The ancient map we have is flawed
It makes no sense

But my bitter companions push on
I walk in silence afraid to speak
My complaints are answered with platitudes
It makes no sense

I close my eyes but the questions never stop muttering
We took a wrong turn again
But they do not stop
I try and argue but they laugh; is this a joke?
It makes no sense

I cannot go on.
I cannot.
Then as we pass a shadowy overhang
I slip away.
And find you

Take me away you say.
Walk with me in this field of green
Hold my hand
And share the sunset with me

I feel you close to my heart
But you look away with a smile.
You look beautiful in the twilight my love
But you already knew that.

Yauming Chiam June 2013

I'm fed of going to churches where they preach a gospel so devoid of life and bear no relation at all to the real world. I'm fed of going to churches where they seem to be brain dead and spouting biblical cliches as truths. I wrote this poem because of this new realization - that I don't want to go to a church which worships tradition and a book over a real God.

Bridging the Sea of Tears Draft 2

Some place far and foreign my lover sleeps
She dreams, she dreams
An unfathomable sea separate us
I stand on a distant shore and wonder

Is she lying, is she rising, is she weeping the
tears which fill that sea?
Is she crying? is she mourning?
for the death of her dream?

Can I help her? Can I comfort her?
Does it matter what I say
To a strange lovely girl I met one fateful day.
And took a fancy to in a special way



From my shore littered with grey shingles
Tormented by a cold scathing wind
I am hurling the pebbles into that dark grey sea
Trying to bridge that salty body of water.
A naive boy thinking he can fill up that saline chasm
with pebbles...
with small pebbles he gathered from his beach.
What a silly boy to dream.

 Yauming Chiam July/September, 2013

A work in progress. Still not happy about the 2nd last part.

Niue

If you are free
Come!
Come with me across the South Pacific Sea
To a faraway isle
Where dolphins roam free
And whales are on sight from the land
Drown our sorrows
Wash away our tears
Let us not bring our past into Niue

By my balcony

A moment in time,
A touch of your hand
A side smile.
Your eyes gaze back dreamily into the distance
On my balcony.

Another time another place
Another man another place
A different life A different face
All a distant memory
History

Ancient History
What matters it now (to me)?
when you are here

On my balcony.
Chiam Yauming June 2013

***
SJ came today - and there she lingered by the back balcony next to the laundry. She seemed mesmerized by the view for some reason. I asked whether she liked me and she replied - I like your place more in that cavalier tone of hers. I affected scorn at her jest but secretly I hoped that she could stay longer.