Spring stars 1
Baek H.Jeen
Tonight I see the eastern black sky,
There like a zoo
I have been to when I was a child,
The giraffe looks like a fabulous unicorn
I ever saw in my dream.
Wow lion papa is sleeping
opening his eyes, yes,
He is like the sphinx pulling in his limbs
under hot sunshine.
Just like my papa
I ever saw when I was a little child and
I had hoped his limbs were immortal wings
so he could fly in my dreams.
Tonight I see eastern dream
black but with wisdom of lion's wings.
I am riding in a carriage and
my horse is walking into spring rains,
There bear mama is all wet
awaken from snowing winter sleeping.
Yesterday, midnight,
I brought me my old upper story, and
I found my broken toy phone
so I could not call my eastern stars.
Then tonight, in the dark upper story
I found my burned cross saying;
I am in the summer night,
Will you pray for me for your summer night?
-2004/03/02
Spring Stars 2
Baek H.Jeen
Darling, I want those stars, look up the sky,
There the Virgin's Diamond stars, see, see,
It's like my scarf you bought me last Christmas day.
Oh Berenice's hair is wearing the diamond scarf......
Darling, let's run away to a pond full of moonlight
To pick my Virgin's Diamond on this spring sky.
Darling, look down the weedy fond,
There Berenice's hair is wet with moonlight on the pond.
Darling, to tell the truth, I want her shiny hair
Not diamond scarf decking black sky out beautiful.
Oh I lost me completely, my, darling,
I lost my black scarf on a winter's windy day......
Darling, look up the sky, princess Berenice is
Wearing my black scarf like shiny diamonds.
Darling, I know you are the wind loves princesses.
..................Where is my castle?.....................
-2004/03/02
Spring stars 3
Baek H. Jeen
Cold windy winter's day I was looking up
The dark sky, there river Eridanus was
Calling me to the world beyond......to the hell.
If I cried, who would hear my
Raining tonight sailing the river.
Voices, voices far from being-death,
The critical earth is falling apart.
I sit in a mood of drinking a cup
Of rainbow embracing the bridge to......
reminding one of my old friend living
Under the earth who knows the mystery
Of the Dragon blowing sky's fire off.
Who, if I cried, would hear me
Throwing my cup of the mood of rainbow
To my old upper story to pick up the bill
Of my broken red toy phone! But I am a sailing
Beggar to beg for ghostly forests, look,
I am wearing an unbuttoned white jacket
Like an old candle so you could strike
Up my soul's voice beholding your songs!
Sing and bubble the dark sky into my
Raining souls lightening my old upper story,
There One candle is enough, there One is
Everything......in motion round the distant stars.
-2004/03/15
Spring stars 4
I sit in a coffin-carriage of tree wheeler
Musing in wonder, what song is this of you.....
Seeking for the Herdsman guiding the trackless
Way to the traveler Temple star?
Who, singing the victory of the Crown's long hair?
Put my buttons on stitching the Herdsman's horn flute
At the bottom of my carriage putting the burned cross
To sleep, yes of my old upper story,
For all the Temple star's homesickness and
Hesitating Eye-kissing light whose sack is the nest
Of blossomed Crowns. there, now I am sitting down
On a ghostly forest, fingering with my lost wooden train.
Yes, I've been sleeping in the far off away past days
like blue diamonds under the far deep earth.
Shatter me! scatter my far past days to the sky-hill,
There the Herdsman is waiting
For my old wooden train at a shady Temple station. oh,
Who was singing the victory of the Crown's long hair
Like a whistle of a trackless traveler beyond the river?
-03/17/2004