Two

Not all who lie
awake at two
In morn's dark veil
are broken souls.
Some ponder deep
of everything
and nothing that
was, is and will to be.

They have been struck
By arrows of
A cupid's bow
that penetrates,
that weaks the strong,
that calms the bold,
that blinds the eye
that now,

Their slumber e'er
forgets its course,
and thoughts sail hard
around the room.
For love rise when
their real life's play
be better than,
their dreams at night.

Longing

what I most crave,
to have thee now,
so sweetly sing
mine name thee love.

I long thee, dear,
as river longs,
as water waits,
a seeking deer.

my blood thine drink,
my place by thee,
'till dawn be dusked,
'till we do sink.

Wajah - Wajah Cinta

Seorang muda bertanya kepadaku,

“Apakah masih ada tersisa
jejak cinta di dunia ini?”

Jawabku:

“Cinta itu ketika ibu menghajar anaknya,
Lalu ia menangis terisak di ruang atas,
Dan setelah pudar sembab di matanya,
Ia membalut luka buah hatinya.

Cinta itu ketika ayah pulang mencari nafkah
Membawa sekerat roti untuk anaknya.
Dengan wajahnya yang letih ia tersenyum,
Senyuman yang tak menyentuh matanya.

Cinta itu ketika badai hidup melanda,
Dan seorang sahabat duduk di sisimu,
Rela merasakan badai itu bersamamu,
Demi menarikmu ke air yang tenang.

Sesungguhnya,
Cinta itu sederhana,
            namun sulit dipahami.

Cinta itu cuma-cuma,
namun tak terhingga mahalnya.

Cinta senantiasa berbisik,
namun gaungnya mengubahkan dunia.”

Melting Wax

Have you spared

a thought

to a candle?

Have you hearkened how

its flame blazes

with grace, wavering around

a dark chamber, projecting its

passionate fiery dance?

Have you overturned your house

frantically in search of a stick

Of cold white wax.

Perhaps it’s your birthday,

that you so must lit it,

only to murder it away,

into smoke and nullity,

into a wish—yours.

My love for you

is no different.

My soul burns

With divine ecstasy,

In the thought of you.

And what joy, what joy!

When you come running

for me, to grant your wishes,

which ought I sacrifice for,

To the death—mine.

My beloved, it is no secret

how dashing you look

under my amber light,

as I watch you

from my melting wax.