Today a dove knocked on my window
Today a dove knocked on my window and sing, with the language of clouds A song about freedom. Some say birds have memories in their blood To guide them, when the sky carries silhouette of terrors But they know not the song of those in cages And so they are free. Decades ago, my people fight under a sky that was changing in season And saw warm hearts beating on top of arrowslit, soon to be stopped Green shadows with lunge mines charging into roaring beatles Their retina, a calm lake, reflected a single face We saw our hope melted into green leaves around Sai Gon The hope of coming home But the...