Võ Thị Như Mai

I will be back

I will be back to our hometown
To see the Ma River
To admire Nguyet Vien dozing off by the stream
A ship is sailing in the sea

I depart from the village
A blade of grass on the way also reminds hometown
Here is Hon Trong Mai
And there is Doc Cuoc Temple

I don’t know how old the tamarind trees is
Their trunks, gnarled and rough
Where a swinging hammock tied
Where branches filled with stained fruits and leaves

I will be back to see you, mum
The last autumn leaf
in my hands, warm and callousy
Soothes the city wound

Tomorrow I will be back to see you, mum
Spring blooming in the field of reeds

The night apart

We are apart
when back to the night toss and turn
aw, love the breeze, above and around
so much, somehow

i tie myself
with invisible rope
intertwining
into my heart

The night apart
such a long gap
Send to the breeze, the longing of moon’s heart
the night, darkness inside