Words & Beyond II: Nan Sul Hun – VI, VII

VI. To my brother
Candlelight sways low in the window
Fireflies clear the vaulted roof
Filled with foreboding the deepest night grows colderThe leaves release and woosh awayMountains and rivers turn back any word of youThere’s no way to calm my boundless worry
I miss you my brother as though you were imprisonedYet true moonlight cuts through miles of twisted ivy
VII. Interlude; The Carp