Why is my life not
a part of infinite space and time
to cherish and spread ten thousand wonders of the mortal lands
connecting the Past and Present,
the hearts and dreams that soar above the mountains ...
Amidst the Milky Way, clouds of twinkling stars
milleniums of light-year travel from afar
are those celestial orbs still there today
or just a shadow of a dream long passed away … ?
Why is my life not
the Wind to wander-travel the world
today – frolicking in the bustling harbor
tomorrow – from a secluded haven
floating on nature music in lovers' autumn
envisioning a pair of hazel eyes
reflecting pools of liquid moonlight ...
There! See the lines of pine trees on the hilltops
stretching upward proudly to the sun
embracing light, wind and dewdrops
waving their arms toward the far horizon ...
Miles out in the Western Sea
dolphins dancing in boisterous glee
rippling waters and ocean tides
forever singing The Song of Death and Life !...
Why is my life not
an enchanted river of poetic dreams
to empathize with thousands of spiritual kins :
moments of deep sorrow and sparkling mirth
laughter, hope, despair, and soul rebirth
images of warriors sharpening swords under the moonlight
their spirits still echo in nature with their might
and from the women chambers,
silent tears calling out to their husband soldiers ...
the loneliness so heavy, like a tangible fog
wrapping in dark gloom the fragile human heart
O ! God ! Why is fate chosen so often blind
to sever love from love
on the long journey of life ...
vuongthanh
2010
