Whisper

by Nguyen Binh Phuong

Through the small tunnel
he is returning

Out there
the bridge and the moon co-shine
serene strip
have curtained along river banks

You and the days
are so lost in the sky

The wooden horse is sick
so are the old memories it seems
flower still waits for me
only dream has fallen asleep

Through the small tunnel
he is returning

Thousands of snow-white wings
fluttering in the night forest

Ocean arrives from afar
and places a hovering chair amidst the night

Through the small tunnel
he returns again