I MISS YOU

In the first ray of morning sun
i missed kissing you good morning
In the first shower of monsoon
i missed holding your hand

In the fall of the first orange leaf
i missed hugging you
In the first snow of cold winter
i missed taking sips of tea together

In the songs of nightingales
I missed humming the tunes with you
In the bowl of instant noodles
I missed your smile with every scoop


In the light of a last candle
I missed looking into your eyes
In the journey of my lonely life
I miss everything about you.

Have You Prayed BY LI-YOUNG LEE

When the wind

turns and asks, in my father’s voice,

Have you prayed?

I know three things. One:

I’m never finished answering to the dead.

Two: A man is four winds and three fires.

And the four winds are his father’s voice,

his mother’s voice . . .

Or maybe he’s seven winds and ten fires.

And the fires are seeing, hearing, touching,

dreaming, thinking . . .

Or is he the breath of God?

When the wind turns traveler

and asks, in my father’s voice, Have you prayed?

I remember three things.

One: A father’s love

is milk and sugar,

two-thirds worry, two-thirds grief, and what’s left over

is trimmed and leavened to make the bread

the dead and the living share.

And patience? That’s to endure

the terrible leavening and kneading.

And wisdom? That’s my father’s face in sleep.

When the wind

asks, Have you prayed?

I know it’s only me

reminding myself

a flower is one station between

earth’s wish and earth’s rapture, and blood

was fire, salt, and breath long before

it quickened any wand or branch, any limb

that woke speaking. It’s just me

in the gowns of the wind,

or my father through me, asking,

Have you found your refuge yet?

asking, Are you happy?

Strange. A troubled father. A happy son.

The wind with a voice. And me talking to no one.

VISIONARE

It’s so perfect that I could ride on the cloud

Build a sand castle

No wind can blow

Put a pause to the sunset

Gaze at it endlessly

Watch the birds conquer the horizon

And sing us a tune of life

SNOW

In this lonely world of dark tunnel

You fall like blessing pills

One by one and altogether

Covering the darkness of our mind

When whiteness covers the world

And people singing sweet Christmas carol

You give people an excuse to celebrate

You are the purity that is in no reach of evil

You are soft but weak when you fall in the first winter

Becoming strong when you pile up as a group

It’s hard to break you apart

Unless it will be warm again, you will melt.

The cold wind blowing by so fast

Wearing the black blanket in rage

Filled with coldness

You melt the other day in the first ray of sunlight.

Thunder

With Lightning speed

You fascinate nature

You exist then disappear

Illuminate the night

Precision is your game

Left is your trademark