Buzz
A distant sky intertwines once more
It begins with wild grass
Followed by the flight of birds
Then come the children
And finally, adults
Within the pages, lies a sea
I behold sails
Within the pages, lies a forest
With myriad winds
The pages also hold fire
Yet the paper refuses to burn
Pages hold deep ponds
Yet the paper remains dry
The pages cannot speak
Why do I hear whispers
As abundant as crashing waves
A foot of the sky is walking
I look up, spring has arrived
Love, like an old dress not worn for long
Only takes it out to dry in the afternoon sun.
Which bird lands upon my shoulder
I look up, the season of ripe fruits has come
Its chirping awakens the roadside
A sad star rises in the distant horizon.
Which leaf drops upon my shoulder
I look up, autumn is beginning
Suddenly, clouds stretch across the sky
I know the white shirt has come out to play...
Source: White Shirt Newspaper, May 31, 2007
In the stillness of night, whispers of birds weave melodies for the coming dawn,
Breathing out a sigh, stitching for you a moment of tranquility,
Nurturing for you a season of daisies, a reminder of departed evenings.
As time's strands intertwine, it gifts me with strands of your hair,
As tears flow from heavenly realms, I guide you through our days of solace,
Walking hand in hand through the days of refuge, calling love our dearest.
Through the night, it nurtures for you the blossoms of daylight,
It fosters for me the essence of intoxicating dreams,
The words of the dark night hold no deceit,
Concealing itself, night begets darkness...
10. The Missing Half
In search of the missing half, I tread through realms of sun-kissed gold and rain-soaked haze,
In realms of midnight and dusk, amidst whispers of wind,
Who shall be my missing half?
Longing for the absent half, I journey through distant paths and rosy blooms,
In realms of joy and sorrow, amidst the tides of anger,
Could you be my missing half?
In longing for the incomplete, I await the arrival of the missing piece,
Like the moon awaits its other half on the night of full moon,
Like a question awaits its asker,
Could you be my missing half?
Source: Nguyễn Nhật Ánh, Seven Steps to Summer, Youth Publishing House, 12-2014
