Drifting Into The Night

By Simon V. Ty

San Diego, CA

 

The bright circle is settling

behind the hills.

Darkness crawls in—

stealing away the light of day.

Small and sparkling objects

flood the dark night,

aglow, the stars glitter across the sky

Oh, what a sight!

 

Far and beyond the hills,

crickets are crying.

The dew settles upon

the vast field of weeds.

The whistling wind: blowing, swaying,

and bending tall weeds left and right,

fills the silence of the night.

 

Nature’s rhythm repeats endlessly.

I hurry on to beat the darkness,

searching for safety.

Concealed among the rice paddies and dikes,

I stay silent throughout the night.

 

The rooster crows and the red circle rises.

Reaching the camp called Khao-I-Dang,

My heart sings to see the day.

Safety, they said, "You are okay."

 

Surrounding the camp are barbed wires:

Pretending it’s dark, I close my eyes.

Looking back, I trace my way,

drifting into the night, I fly in the Milky way.

Volume 1 Issue 4 October/November 1996

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