Graceful one, I am thankful for your skill in celebration
I’ve lived through you in a few short days
More than I have myself have lived or loved
I who, can never be a Mother or a friend like you
Hae.mi, beloved and always, the dark sweaty leaf of time
Is thick with longing in me, I sleep only to dream of you
I fill my heart with gratitude, only to learn the lessons of your sweetness
In the flower and in the heart of people
There’s no color that truly fades away, only transforms
Graceful one, with open arms I have found some solace
Hae.mi, hospitality of warm wet tears of belonging
I never knew or owned, the long rains fall provoking my mortality
I’ve lived in thirsty hours watching you, like a piece of youth returned
I who, can never be a Mother of a friend like you
Hae.me, betwitched and so completely filled with the nectar
As I sleep in isolation, my consolation is your freedom
My tenderness, is mirrored in your independence and success
My joy, the sense that you have transcended dependency in others
Autumn nights have taught me this, and your deep acceptance.
I have promises yet to fulfill as my heart blazes by the seashore
Hae.me, why do you stalk me as the rice fields stalk the harvest?
Wuji Seshat 