A Poem to the King I came with a broken heart, but left with a stronger soul. The King makes me believe and see there can be a Kingdom. My eyes once travelled with your gracile finger, from the girl on dragon above a cloud line, so slowly, so tenderly, up to the sharp roof, fell like a meteor on your moon. Under this unpredictable sky, In this life full of changing faces, Within this ever confusing world, Tell me, prove me, What can be ever more beautiful than this traveling line you took me on "I''m the princess on the moon, I'm flying a long way to it." I'm flying to the sky too. Our shared dream, Our shared anima in life. They judge us boldly as unrealistic, Only you and me We know We are making the best combination of Passion, hard work and courage towards pain You have a castle, I have a pen, Except from that We have nothing. Life death past, We talked and laughed over, hugged each other tight, for the most sincere connection we built in only 6 hours. But we leaked love out, Love is too mysterious too painful, Love is better drunk with alcohol. In your most mysterious garden, the music plays often "A time for us", A time for us. The generous King invited me to stay in her favorite No.1 Honeymoon room So stupid must I be I can not only fall deeply in love with two men But also with the King's guest room. Heavy in the heart. Our King Nga, In your Kingdom, I'm not mean to bow to you to deliver my deepest respect, to call myself Your Villager, for your forever sincere eyes, for your waves of tender love, for your unfading beauty; Also, For your exploding talent and unceasing passion to make the most dreamy imagination, in the most limited world. I'll be back, together with my own better Kingdom.
By Chen Teng
In No.1 Honeymoon Room, Crazy House
Da Lat, Vietnam
Sept 24th, 2013