I Shall Be a Flower 32: The Dark Side of the Moon

When I felt the end of it,
her back came into my sight.
Just like the dark side of the moon,
She was black from her hair to the high heels,
which was not her look I’d been familiar to
Being taken aback and Just shaking my head
I couldn’t refute the words
popped from her rosy lips.
I was just shaking my head
since I was taken aback.
The truth is hiding in her darkness?
Just like there is no truth in the dark side of the moon,
her words were just words
and just a desperate gesture
that finally nailed this long journey.
Or was that the sound that
the root of a flower was drilling the rock?
As if this is the real end
so I can see the world through her
who’s become invisible
and I don’t have to hate her.

 

I Shall Be a Flower 29: A Bottomless Fantasy

A little fantasy that started from my throbbing heart
was too big for kid’s small mind,
so I wanted to run toward God’s bosom,
but while hesitating, hesitating, delaying, delaying,
the fantasy was growing, growing, getting bigger and bigger,
bouncing and jumping like a sparrow
and finally became an eagle and its wings covered the sky,
and lift the tent that shielded the bottom.
When I saw the white veil that wrapped the bottom,
my pounding heart removed the veil
and plunged into the bottom, into the bottom,
but the fantasy that penetrated deep into my life
and captured the dream of the flower,
has no bottom, doesn’t it?
Wishing the butterfly would dream the same fantasy…

I Shall Be a Flower 28: Flower Without Smile

The flower smiled.
It hardly smiled before.
The smiling flower by a butterfly with big bright smile.
Is smile contagious too?
Was it feeling good standing by the butterfly?
The flower doesn’t decide to smile a lot from now on.
Because flower without smile is still a flower.
Because flower should not smile too much.
I, who didn’t know how to smile,
might have been born as flower?
I know I was raised as a butterfly among butterflies
Just like an eagle that was raised among chicks?
Who called the butterfly ‘check’?
How come a flower can be an eagle?
No matter what kind of similes they are.
I am not I who was when I was born,
but I will be I who will be when I die…
So would I smile like a flower?
Just like the smiling butterfly by me?