I know the paths you walk,
beyond the hands, this clock of time,
Yon’ from this life’s sharp chime.
Memories’ dawn light primes your soul,
On your transcendent stroll,
Birds on branches extol your bliss,
Ambling to reminisce,
I send to you my kiss afar,
Sent through the morning star,
Delphic lore shall fill our spirit,
I know; I can hear it.

I wrote this poem in the form of a Vietnamese luc bac.