The earth….

When she stand on one leg,

The other, acting a dance

It will be pretty enough.

…………………………………………………

Like this poem flowing from the hands

With only the l..O..V..E

Having the magic unrevealed.

 

Who are you, dear?

Being silence..

Being quiet..

Like the fresh smell coming thru the pollens

You came thru our tiny room of sense.

 

Angel is the name

We created for you only

For coming from a place

That we cannot even effort to imagine,

We don’t know what your real life is.

 

Like a Fairy tale,

Or like the value of a series of light

That we cannot say

By the lip or show by sight

The Magic shooting the star and pulling down the sky

..was flowed violently in our mind.

 

Is with the velocity of light?

Or, is with 3000 Mega meter per second,

 which is more than by tenth?

We all fall down under you

Under your ability of enchant, my angel.

 

The beat of music being strong..

Now is falling from our hearts.

With a sweet rhythm unbound

Anything or anyone else.

……………………………………………………

Equally mad persons…

Who had the chance to pick your art

Found the whitened parts of the heart, again

Among those, the poems you’ve written.

………………………………………………………..

Star’s song…

We think that the moon’s melody is bonded

In every movements of your dance.

How’s the strength

Turning the head around and flying the hair

Till the clouds are broken?

How’s the strength

Putting the face up the sky and lifting the foot

Bending the waist

Being light by these dancings?

…………………………………………….

How the strength is that, my angel?

……………………………………………..

We watched live Shows,

And we shouted and sang the songs

On our gipsy roads,

We didn’t know what the music is.

 

We looked the circle of the earth

And the wide field that we had

The thin air is kissed and stole,

From the greenish door and window

We didn’t know what the beauty is.

 

We thrown the water with stones

To see the bubbles and waves are blown

And we were named as Gipsy

Flowing dry with ignored heart from eachs

We didn’t know what the life is.

……………………………………………………….

But now, the creator

You sketched and created gently

Revolute the “not-knowings”

And, you gained them, my angel.

…………………………………………………………….

Tear in pieces, the youth’s gipsy calendar

And remake the new days.

Either the complex ropes tying the hearts

Or the historians, who carries the tale

Add our names in the story about her

Even as a snowflake or a mist only

In her unbreakable glorious country.

……………………………………………………….

In a short life,

We’ve cried hurt

Like a fool, we’ve been meaningless

We’ve drown by wind as the lives of grass.

Now, we erased them all and fixed

Our stars will dance with her music.

 

The most whitish…

The poison of the most enchanted…

Have you made them jump out of our sense

The poet, who we do love?

 

The energy of your poems

Kissed me and gave the strength,

Flying the highest and running the farthest….

And the “GOODS” were radiated down

Like the raindrops thrown by the sky’s cloud.

 

The enchanting of the words..

The attractment, that is unrevealed

At that day not touched by these words

The cracks become deeper in our hearts.

So,

 Me = the young boy, dropped the weapons, without except.

 

Are you a yellow ribbon?

Are you a skylark?

Are you an angel, really?

The smell of your virtue left sweet in my garden

Even though, you bloom for a little while….

The real lived picture who cannot be stated by poems.

 

Are you Juno in the story?

Are you a dancer of Aden?

Are you a moon of the flower era?

Are you a two-hands of flower?

In the truth of the truth

You picked up my heart like they do.

 

In the history of a boy, untexted

He became familiar with the poem-nights

And in his diary about flawless

He let your real name alive.

 

You are the poem written by the freshest blood,

On a rosy page in his diary book

You are the incomparable bride of art

Not found a beauty like you looked.

……………………………………………………………..

Admire and Appreciate

But I make a silence in telling you

Not because of hate or fate

But, I will silence how much I love you.

………………………………………………

I am satisfied for being a small,

Being a normal person in this era

Among those raindrops you lead to fall

I know not having the chance to see a flower alone

And those lights that you shown and thrown.

…………………………………………………………….

Are you singing?

Are you playing the piano?

Are you dancing?

Or are you writing a poem?

But trust that you and your art

Became an idol in a young boy’s heart.

……………………………………………………………………….

Now, I lose my body and my mind

And let me and my soul together fly

In hearing a rhythm knowing where I lie.

…………………………………………………….

Oh…dear..

The art and the creativity

Please take me and my body…

Please take the heart and my body….

To where a place, she and I will be.

 

Noe Sat Nay