Thought I could see you better.
The path up to the top of Bakdoo
mountain wasn't too easy, neither
the highest point form the land where
you were born, I'm standing
on the closest point to where
you are now. I see clouds making
the forms of everything under
my feet that keep me still
against Northwest wind from Manchuria.
Sky is still high as I saw down under
The facts as eminent as Bakdoo
as simple as unreachable sky that I
have to admit, where is she now.
Shed tears, becomes another
judgemental flood. I have no ark
Although tears for her, I wouldn't
survive - the blue is sky.
The bird flies fast like the third dove
with olive leaf says nothing
Someone damn knew everything before
But as small as a little pebble
kicked around myend might be
thrown down to somewhere also
Death can be like caught in shower
Docking at the top of Ararat
would Noah looked under what
flood wiped out or glorified
the bright sunny sky?
Just looking up the sky where
she the end wiped out went up
Olive leaf can come to me, too.