Happy Birthday, Yoochun....
Your lips whisper a zephyr...
Listening, knitting, flying...
My sense is all yours.
My words are all sea.
Your sea dangles in my sky.
Blue.
Footsteps through this forest,
Looking for tears, looking for pain.
My feet follow your musical darkness...
Open white chest,
Bleeding flowers, bleeding joy, bleeding dance.
All I find is what you cannot see.
All I know is what you cannot see.
All I love is what you cannot see.
But I float upon fear. And I hear you.
And I hate not while I cry. And I am.
And I have your zephyr. And I grow.
Drinking this deadening wine of woods.
Gerunds in the choir. Your silent voice.
Counting.
The end is always difficult,
But we adore freely.
Laughter and barefoot walking.
Cigarrettes and empty baskets.
Lend me your lips.
Whisper your thoughts.
Shout what you feel.
Endless is the time to say.
By Anjin... Written in August, 2009