The Year After by Tri Tran

I, an eagle, gliding in the succulent air,
Seeking the golden flame in my homeland.

Each amber lily, born to welcome me home,
Each rose bud, yet to unfold, yearns to kiss my cheek;

I, an eagle, long to treasure the dry blood of the warriors.
Now, that the war is over, each innocent soul is buried,

Each melodious heartbeat can roar with sparkling joy.
I, an eagle, yearn to see Vietnam dance her first Tango.

At Dawn by Tri Tran

Roses dangle and weightless in the air,
Like feathers hovering above the cyan sea.
Await for the lavender sun to bloom
From beneath the mountains that are sleeping.
Each whispering heart beat hums love melodies
To wake the baby sparrows and their parents.
Each emerald leaf sways to the music of spring
As the happy breeze whizzes by, wiping away woe.
Roses dangle in endless bliss in my soul,
I, a poet, strolling into the zenith of dreams,
Yearning to smell the droplets of honey.