Please hide it for me

by Tran Tu Ha

Darling, please hide it for me
Is that the rain in late summer
A sequel of tears?

In the quiet garden, a spot of light flashed,
countless white butterflies formed the garden of fate.
Somewhere, a faded trembling cry, an eloquent change
of multi-colors in the day
A call of emergency services 15
The 89th minute signaled a pause for all games.

Like a slow-motion video
I wandered on a long sliding road with potholes,
gravel and rocks blocking all paths.
It smeared the ideal picture.
Erosion change, gnawing memory running to time-silver eyes.

Sparkling human forms
The left-over whips remembering the wild childhood
The faces of Adam and Eva turned smoky,
made the lips thicker
It is the pain of not diagnosing the disease
That is the pain of a human life!

I quietly watched – quietly turned away
Is that a sequel of tears, of ghosts or demons?
Or the song of seasonal fairytale?