blow out those red candles and observe
birthday wandering in America.
quickly spring slips by, let me rejoice;
Iíve earned another year of age.
linger still two streams of candle tears;
grieve and mourn that youth has inched away.
and oceans sunder me in twain;
my soul yet clings to my poor land.
I gaze toward it, my people seem
the window flitting past like leaves.
to roll amidst the dust, I miss
left behind, long for my hills and streams.
I am a
bird whoís fled its crimson cage;
it flies toward shores still lost in mists.
own people, shadows so remote,
echoes of their whispers come at night.
birthday far away from home;
farther yet Iíve strayed from native roots.
some happy day Iíll be back there;
with love, Iíll celebrate my birth.
(Silver Spring, Sept. 6, 1981)
Contact: Vinh Liem
1 Applegrath Court, Germantown, MD 20876-5613 (U.S.A.)