Memories Poem by Duy Bui

Memories are debris of countless and
instinctive actions which glide, dance
and sing effortlessly above the crowded air,
and only harbor in their seasons of fate.

They sail over my common and
haphazard strolls like crows, who
once in a while would steal the sun
from the sky’s demon to torch
a bright and brilliant yellow trail.

When the time comes they flap their thunderous
wings with lightning and strike the prophecies
of a bad or good tomorrow.

Memories, they are nameless longer than
when owning a name.

Memories are the sobs of a green and
Innocent loon who wails, hoots and yodels
a haunting melody on one lonely summer night.

After flashing her alluring body to the night sky,
she dived only to surface again hundreds of
meters away, nights after nights, days after days.

She danced a long and quick tune over the
affectionate water then lifted herself through the
heavy air spreading a veil of endless passions
that made the trees sway and I stay.

Memories, they come to touch, to linger,
only to touch and linger another day,
or maybe they’ll stay.