That budding kiss from long ago,
Beneath a moon of amber glow,
Still lingers as a quiet ache—
The heart recalls its brief quick wake,
A hurried breath, too swift to stay,
Yet sweet remains the aftertaste.

The golden moon once filled the sky,
A season now long passed us by.
It comes like something half a dream,
A sudden jolt—so far it seems;
Not space nor earth has pulled apart,
But drifting mist between the heart.

Why distance grew—no one can say;
Like water crossed a bridge one day.
No grief proclaimed, no tears confessed,
Yet clouds still drift, unrested, pressed.
At times a trace of tenderness
Still hovers near—faint, motionless.

The moon remains, the figure too;
I sit with autumn, passing through.
That love has thinned, turned pale with time,
As human lives, like leaves, decline.
Love, like the moon—now dim, now clear—
Wears thin the days, the months, the year.

Bài thơ này được đăng vào ngày Tuesday, November 1st, 2022 trong mục Poetry - English versions, Sáng Tác Mới//New Edition, Thơ, Vietnamese/English Version.