On A Grey Morning Poem by Duy Bui

Upon a sky the sun he rose
Surpassed the parting clouds he chose.

Bringing the birds, their shadows here
That swathed the gait of those in fear.

He bent thick walls into black pond
Until the time when they’d abscond.

What he would take I want not gain
For he will shine away the rain.

Relaxed white moon who climbed the night.
While I wondered what’s wrong and right,

And envied what I’ve not the best,
Forgotten where I’ve hid the rest.

From where the gift of light to show?
With all the might, not he who’d know.

Upon which sky he’s shining now?
I’d steal him back if I know how.