As black fades to grey,
Grey fades to silver,
And silver fades to pixie dust,
You remain mountains high,
And I remain oceans deep,
But distance
Is not the enemy.
Time,
Time is the great divide,
And yet,
Your voice fills the chasm.
Your voice,
It fills me up.
—
As thought becomes word,
Word becomes song,
And song becomes poem,
Your soul sings
To the celestial heavens above.
For your body,
A haven.
Your mind,
A tesseract.
You,
A marvel.
For you possess Seoul,
Not soul.