Him

by Nguyen Binh Phuong

Quietly he walks and whispers to me
water is a reminiscence of clouds
fire is an old mirage of a blaze
each holds a belief
shyly blooming in the tranquil night

Quietly he walks and glows like sunshine
gentle as fragrance
but hopes he doesn’t spend lavishly
he just tells his lover funny stories
for without them she will fall asleep

Quietly he walks and leaves me with ease
bearing the millennium secret of a gentle breath
the testament he pens on the mist
with the writing of crumpled grass
I am incapable of imagination
shouldering the unbearables
Quietly he walks farther than the moon…