Pan

I am the worker bee working assiduously

to scrap together the words scattered in your garden

stack them up like playing cards -

a card house,

one tap,

all gone in a second.

I like to call my complex little structures poems,

watch them crumple with a smile.

And if my eyes shine, no, they don’t shine from tears.

So call them stars, will you?

Second star to the right, and straight on ’til morning.

Where all our dreams will come true;

we’ll fly -

drop with the winds and brush the blue clouds, feel

the pale breeze on our brows.

Like I am free I can fly you can’t touch me just try.

But I’m not cruel,

I’ll give you a hand.

Use the magic word,

I’ll lift you on my shoulders,

show you

what it means to live.

Because right now,

I am as strong as the creator and the destroyer,

as the sky, as the sea, as the earth,

as strong as hate and as strong as

love.

So relax.

Feel the whispers on your cheeks and -

if a tear meets sunlight,

I won’t notice,

won’t make fun.

It’s okay.

You can cry now.

#poetry #yungseolee