A Prayer

Sunset slowly rolls over the hills 
As deep and sad as dying lips. 
When music with unsung words comes, 
I become a dead leaf. 
  
And a she-wolf, crying devil, goes 
Running on the autumn field. 
I meet wandering tales of night 
In a remote village. 
  
My anxious echo weeps 
As the village churchbell tolls. 
A train comes passing by 
With sounds of aged legs. 
  
Forgotten memory leads me 
To the brooklet of small nature 
And the soft touch of clouds in the sky. 
Life is a romance in pains. 

- Paul Lee 이풍호 시인