Eeny, meany, miny, moe
Who’ll spend the night
Under the old oak tree
To meet and greet the spirit
From the world in-between
And chase it all night long
While heard but unseen
Laughing then howling
Till the first ray of the dawn
Basks it in light and let it go.
Love the face of fawn
but to fawn about it
leaves me all alone
in the crowd of lovers
glowing, admiring
wishing, parting.
I once dreamed of dreams
Traveling the cities
with stories from the past
to the present in all spades
by the seas thru the waves;
Now all plucker in the mirage
reflected in the mind windows
as the streams of time flow
letting them go now and never.
The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright,
Seated on silver Chariot
Carry me away in bliss
And lay me in thy heart
Crystal shining, pearl chaste,
The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright.
Where she came from
The white wreath of snow
Blossoms where cactuses grow,
Lakes become links of ice;
She shall smile when Boreas
Arrives in the wings of winter
And ushers in the fury of fire.
The haze of the great fires
lingers beneath the evening sun
in soft sunshine shadows;
Every shadow sheds tears
on the dust of the memories
Windswept in allwhither.
P.S.: Today, during the mass, the priest said some parishioners lost their homes due to the Great Fire this week and could not attend the mass. Presumably, they should live in Pasadena, about 15 minutes from where I live in the heart of Los Angeles, CA. It reminded me of the Great Fire of London (09/02/1666 to 09/06/1666), which was said to result from a fire in a bakery in the city. I have never seen anything to that effect in my life. I can still smell the burning, and the ashes from the fires scatter around the city. I hope those affected by the fires will have the care and help they need promptly and effectively.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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