DEBORAH W. SETIYAWATI
MUTED QUESTIONS
Can you hear, my love?
The hymn of joy
Underneath the silent valley,
The wind’s whispering in peace
While the flowers
Dance in harmony?
What’s the point?
If I reach the summit and
I chant the song of silence,
The hymn of joy hidden
Deeply in the heart awaiting
For a love that should be filled!
These muted questions I asked
Are waiting for answers
While it is still the sunset!
LONELY ROSE IN THE VASE
To grasp its fate.
A rose leaves a prairie.
Forgetting the wind to make it
dance.
The reverie alone will do
If a butterfly is around.
And reverie.
If days are few.
Alone in the vase.
HER BLACKS
She has a rendezvous with the
darkness
Under the moonlight
When apple blossoms fill the air.
While the melody of night flows
softly
She showers cold water
And the breeze fondles her beauty.
When the aroma of sin entices her
She could not bear her stride
To receive the clandestine meeting.
Secret behind the secret
She’s directed to have a rendezvous
with death
After the fallen.
She still dances with the wine in
her hand.
The shadow of her blacks covers her
soul
And lead her into the dark land.
DEBORAH W. SETIYAWATI
No comments :
Post a Comment