That gaze, a silent meeting, the beginning of everything that could be,
Like two worlds touching at the edge of a dream, I felt a shiver,
An unseen connection, like a thin silver thread linking the stars.
His eyes, a window to an unknown universe, drew me in,
As if wanting to tell me untold stories,
In a language only hearts understand, without words,
And in that silence, I felt reality melting away.
Each second seemed to flow like a lazy river of memories,
Wrapping emotions and desires into a single intense moment,
A beginning of everything, like the first ray of sun breaking the night,
His gaze, a promise of all the things that might be.
And deep in my soul, I felt that everything begins now,
Like a story written on a parchment of stars, untouched by time,
A beginning singing melancholically about the magic of a gaze,
Opening the gates to an infinity of possibilities.
In that moment, I knew I had stepped onto a new path,
That gaze, the beginning of all waiting to be discovered,
Like an old song echoing once more in the heart,
A journey just beginning, with a single look.
when a leader of the pallbearers stands high
on the front of a funeral palanquin recites a dirge
ringing a bell held in his hand
the pallbearers’ response to the dirge
stepping one on forward and two backward
echoes more melancholically in the air then the leader’s
because their response is so monotonous and simple
and in this melancholic air a nil life’s last journey
goes as a lonely soul
i wonder how did the soul on the palanquin live his life
the leaves fall on the pallbearers’ feet by a hillside slope
though there is no wind to sway, the day with no tomorrow
goes with the lonely soul
Note: A Palanquin is a covered litter or box used to carry a person of high rank. Although two or four men with ropes carried the palanquin, the funeral palanquin, Korean traditional, is larger in its size, decorated with flowers and colorful ornaments and covered with an awning and carried by ten or more men. Nonetheless, depending upon the funeral size, the number of carriers increases.
When Autumn Begins
20 hundred hours…is that nautical enough for you? Evening sky was marvelous,
I should have been a painter my anemic words cannot justify the awe the world
still can offer us who are not blind. Blaring horns, the road back home is narrow
and impatient drivers wanted to pass I pulled over and a driver shouted: “fools
like you should be banished from driving. “ Guess he was right. It was darkening
quickly big juicy drops hit asphalt drummed on the roof and hollered: “save us
take us home we don’t want fall on a useless road, we’ll water your rose bushes,
the thorny ones that cut your arms when you try to prune them, we can promise
a dew fresh rose for you lapel.” Right! Like I should be a city gent, I haven’t got
a suit, so there. Afar a fog horned blared melancholically, once I was a seafarer
but the roses I met in harbour bars, had only vulgar beauty to offer. At home rain
fell on old tiles, I made a whisky mixed with rose dew and thought of lost love.
I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...
I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?
This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?
I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...
I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried,
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...