HOÀNG-ÂN:  Meandering Lines For Summer

Summer breeze in the branches.  Birds flutter o­n the grass frolicking.  Hues of pink o­n the crepe myrtle blooms.  Magnolias generously blossoming o­n top of the house.  Thunders come o­n early summer rain.  The evening cooling in the miraculous living water.  In your eyes I see innocent joy.  Your arms embracing a doubting faith.  Living life o­ne moment at a time.  Empty streets wander in a sleepy town.  Two hearts beat the same rhythm.  In your eyes I see no pain.  Standing alone here three hours the distance.  In your eyes I see contentment.  A birthday is celebration to remind us about love.  You were here yesterday when the summer turns into the month of weddings.  Summer comes and I missed our first summer.  When our legs were strong and strident walking through the town.  Summer rain dripping o­n the roof top.  The evening calls your birthday eve.  I miss your arm.  I need your warm.  Summer rain reverie.  Surrounding by miracles.  Like miracles the town is cradling in cool drops of rain from the sky.  Tonight I write our love story into a fairy tale.  Summer month.  Your birth month summer.  Summer rain greeting in your Day.  Tomorrow, Darling, you have made it until now.  Strong and tall, the ancient oaks mirroring you.  We are alive.  We are alive.