I miss you;
Mother, father.
Although we sleep in the same nest,
eat from one tree,
chitter on that thick branch that blooms with green leaves,
I still miss you.
On the same grass we walk;
your feet on cloudy grass,
mine exiled from the skies and stars.
Under the graceful moonlight we rest;
your moon so beautiful, as if ocean polished it,
mine never whole, as if sick of the feathers I wore.
You build the nest for me.
It's so strange; I breathe the same air as you
but couldn't fly to the greenish clouds you walk upon,
never smelled the moon that leaks the innocent perfume.
God, I tried, I tried to hold your hands,
but maybe I was a lazy coward terrified of staining your hands,
or perhaps I was never allowed to hide beneath your shadows.
You are king and queen,
I, a servant beside you
and I still miss you.
Where are you?
I love you both.