Let me kiss the softness of the night
Hae.mi, to which I’ll never know
I am the wildness in your purity
Though if I yearn for it too much, it will go
Into the music of misaligned intention
Into the pictures of faces unknown
Back to the masses of our stories
Our stories that are always wounded
You say I remind you of some unpleasantness
Can I not exalt and rejoice in each invisible encounter
For in my poverty of heart, I’m indebted to be haunted
I am very dark, but lovely, and loving – or else
An anonymous thief, ready to be caught
As a famous beggar for gifts of tenderness
I am the mystic honey in the simultaneous midnight
I am the lonely wolf of lost time, there’s no room for me
Between earthly lives and mothers and sons, I’ve been left
Abandoned by the vulnerable timid ones so cautious
There are silver scales in my snowy pupils
And I am your student, fine-arted through the fall
Let me embrace what I cannot possess, Hae.mi, I am dumbfounded
Though I indeed was once so innocent
There’s no closure until the time of new lovers
I know how sleek the seasons move
The souls of winter are my fondest friends
We’re all souls of mothers and pieces of each other.
Wuji Seshat 