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If you're reading this, a certain Korean has entrusted you with something that she doesn't hand over to everybody- several fragments of her soul. Be gentle, be blessed.
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Foreign Dreams
I traced my handprint on the ground,
Not sure exactly what I'd found.
And thund'ring stallions in the sky
Paid no heed as I passed by.
My heart is faint, my knees are weak,
I don't know what it is I seek.
The trees stretched out to slap my face,
Said I'd disgraced a sacred place.
Where I came from's growing dim,
I'm living only on a whim.
I strained to hear a single word,
Then pressed my ear to grass and heard
A million voices crying out
But I don't know what's it's about.
The river climbed up past the shore
To wash clean what was done before,
But night rushed in and beat it down,
The moon her heart, the stars her gown.
I met eyes with an ancient bear,
We both stood deathly still to stare.
Massive troubles all freeze silent,
I know one day they may turn violent.
Oh, beauty knows no bounds, and yet
It hasn't graced a soul I've met.
I'm going home, that's all I know,
Sure wish I knew the way to go.
But no matter where I flicker,
My love and courage grow still thicker,
And I will walk these foreign dreams
Until everything is what it seems. |
Posted: 11:10 PM, Saturday, May 3, 2003 |
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