A little about me.

Laden in rain
with sheets of tiny drops

sent to give trees life,
we see seattle.

Cold, harsh and sensless
but in love
purpose is found
in beauty.

Quenched in vitality,
we shall sing
as the rain nourishes
and gives greenery
to the forests.

Love shall grow.
Time in our hand
makes a cynic
grow positive.

I love you Cealita.

My name is Ben Evans. I reside in Seattle, Washington, USA. I have lived here almost 20 years and I have never quite got used to the rain but I have also never had anyone as loving as Cealita to share my life.

................Well I guess before this gets a little too sappy I better say a few things about myself.

I am an electrical engineer by degree and I am self employeed. I own a business that manufactures retail fixtures and displays. I have 2 sisters Helen and Susan and a brother Dan. My loving mother's name is patricia and my father who is in heaven now is Daniel.

Married August 8, 2008

Love is grand
as the heart softly speaks.

Joy is found in contentment
of entwined wills
as we commit
to a common path on our journeys.

Forever happy and peaceful,
I love you and always shall.


We were married on August 8, 2008 in Quezon City, Philippines in a civil wedding. Eight is one of the luckiest numbers in both Chinese and other recent cultures. As many other people lined up to get married this day, we just got married to express our deep love for each other.

Our wedding was bitter sweet. We are separated from each other by both time and distance. Ben is in USA and Cealita is in the Philippines. We wait for each other with tears in our eyes and the time that we can have our marriage blessed in a church.

With all the fanfare and superstitious thoughts about the fortuitous wedding date of August 8, 2008, is it lucky. Well, we feel that we are lucky the luckiest people in the world.

Cealita and Ben

Alone a ringless hand

Lying beside me
is myself.
I pull my hand to my face
and see no ring.

I turn over
and look at the light bulb.
A fly shares my sight
as he tries to find greater meaning.
It will be his sure death.
I shoo him to the window
to save him from his fate,
and allow myself some peace.

I look out and
see a city that can’t sleep.
I see a lovely lady
sittingon a bench by the park.
The moonlight is reflecting
off her satin white dress.

I look at my hand again
and there is still no ring.
I see myself sitting by her
talking in lunar's sultry view.

Who am I fooling?
I close the window
to go back to my wretched muse.
A spider crawls down the wall,
and I jump back slightly.
I look down and see my feet.
They have crooked little toes.
I wiggle my toes.

My feet carried me
to where I am right now.
They can surely carry me
to where I want to go.

I am putting
on my dancing shoes
to enjoy
what the city has
to offer me tonight.

Self pity will have to wait for another night.