할아버지

when my grandfather died
my father lay on the ground
face down with the tears spilling out
just like the memories he vaguely remembers
as a baby crying in his father's strong arms

i was once a child in humble south korea
running up the steps to the wooden door
into the arms of my grandfather
so gentle like the winds that drifted all around
just like his love which settled in me whole

when my grandfather died
i sat alone on my bed
my feelings were dry just like my eyes
and as the memories kept replaying in my head
i held on tight as the steps fell apart

now my grandfather is underground
thousands of miles away from where i sit
surrounded by thousands of bodies i do not know
under thousands of clouds that watch over him
and with all the heart i possess i miss him dearly

your stare is a song

i am yearning for something i do not desire
for the ocean to tip over and liven by soul
to drop from the skies just to go higher
eat all my insides still to be whole

as all this dust settles my vision is clear
my friends and strangers and all of my future
so while some of my friends aren't always sincere
i can not ever hate them for all my memories stir

it stirs with genuine affection and emotion
piled to the brim of the things i won't forget
painted crystal clear and replayed in slow motion
like priceless paintings or a graceful silhouette

my devotion is blind because the truth always stands out
they can strike me all they want but i'll continue to bleed
these eyes see past all the skin and bones without a single doubt
and i will lay silent still because grace is all i need