Bound by Light

 
Many can wound, but how few can make you weep!
Finding you, I learned to bear so much pain, beloved…
learned to cry, too. Today, now, so much sorrow has washed away…


I have opened myself to you with such abandon
as I have never done with another soul on this earth. Not even a drop!
Even my family knows me only as much
as they need to know me, not to understand me.


Besides, what comes of revealing oneself, tell me?
Most people simply don't know how to love or honor another human being!
Whatever. Leave all that! I'm no one you need to know anyway!


How I wish all the people in the world would love you!
Anyone who doesn't love you—surely they're someone who doesn't know how to live by love!


That day. I was watching you on my laptop. One after another.
Watching you, I lost track of the hours.
Mother came to bring tea twice, and both times she saw you.
She asked in her gentle voice, "Who is this boy, dear?" Without hesitation I told her,
"Someone with the power to illuminate the entire world, Mother—that's who this boy is!"
What followed after that…I can't write now.
I'm still alive today only because not everything can be written!


What I truly want to say to you, I myself
don't really know. I only know this much—
the depth of this love of ours,
how you receive me, how much you think of me,
pondering these things makes me feel both…weary and blissful at once.


We have spoken so little, you and I.
Through your writing, I only try to imagine who you are.
If someday I feel
I can tell you whatever I wish, write with an open heart,
and in return you won't wound me in anger
or humiliate me…that day I'll have so much to tell you!


Do you know why? To speak to someone about themselves,
there must be at least a basic understanding between minds.
That hasn't formed between us yet.
Whether it ever will, I don't know.
Until now, I remain standing at the threshold of being merely your well-wisher!