Mây Gió!
“She was a beautiful girl. He was a cutely handsome guy. They walked hand in hand down the boardwalk. He talked and she laughed hard, her long hairs flying softly in the wind. Suddenly, He turned sideway, held her face and kissed her tightly on the lips … For a while, everything stood still. Strangely, there was not a sound from the unusually crowded beach; not even the sea’s waves that regularly went up high then decelerated and came down until slowly smashing onto the beach seemed to make any noise!
I had watched the young couple from where I sat. What really took my interest was the girl’s long hairs; though I could tell that she was Caucasian, her long shinning black hairs got my attention. When they walked by, there was the strong presence of perfumes, Elizabeth Arden, the kind that N. used to be crazy for whenever there was occasion for her to expect a gift.
I sat there quietly looking at the cloud floating as a giant mushroom at the farthest end of my eyes’ sight. It was so white against the bluish background of the sky. And I thought of N. The thought was happy just like what was that couple probably experienced, I would venture out guessing.
For a long time I had tried to hide my feeling. There were life, she, and I. She and I were like the wind and the cloud, we were happy but never meant to be together! I would rationalize … But then, I felt sad, depressingly sad. Happy thought and sad feeling, what a contradiction’s! ”
TVN 07/30/04
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Bao mộng mơ tình vẫn như mây gió
Cho không gian xanh thẳm màu yêu thương
Nhưng đường mây hờ hững giòng sông Tương
Để đơn côi quấn tròn cơn gió thoảng
Hạ rực màu giăng sầu lên ngun ngút
Lời nhạc tình ru ấm như câu kinh
Em về đâu ? trong nhung nhớ lặng thinh
Để gió gào dỗi hờn hồn dâng bão
Mây hãy bay cho gió hoài vương vấn
Từng ngày qua mòn mỏi gót phiêu bồng
Nếu một ngày mây về cõi mênh mông
Gió sẽ bận lòng dìu mưa rơi ướt …
07/30/04
