Gặp gỡ người tình Lover’s meeting

Lover’s meeting

Why is it
That even with the cicadas shrilling sound
So locust-loud it seems that heat has found
A voice the land stays silent the waters of its bay
Stainless steel and its trees quiet?

It is because there is nothing to say,
Because there is nothing to be said.

Why is it
That even with sunlight losing light
To the leaves in water-turn of bright unbright
The leaves seem silent and the crow-call far away
Mere hovering on the land’s quiet?

It is because there is nothing to say,
Because there is nothing to be said.

Why is it
That even with the heart so loud with love
The rock so cool to hold the sky above
So frail to touch the light so fluid to stay
That tongue makes words but heart is quiet?

It is because there is nothing to say,
Because there is nothing to be said.