Dreaming, of you every night,

Nights of seeing a rabbit riding on the moon,

Dreams of waking to your the words, “Good morning dear one.”
Waking to the smell of roasting coffee,
Hungry for fried rice and Doenjang soup,

Dreams of us living in the palace of prospering virtue,

Dreaming of watching the sunrise in this ancient place,
While holding hands and walking through our secret garden,

Dreams, of a beautiful dark haired woman,
Dreams of us growing old together,
Watching our grandchildren fly without wings higher than magpies,
Dreaming our dreams come true.


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