Passing

Condolences to the family of 1SG Siti. She might not have been a very important part of my unit life, but she was a part nonetheless.

Life moves on.

Do not go gentle into that good night (A Villanelle)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Alvy's Song

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.