Aku ingin
sembunyi
Aku ingin
menjadi
kelopak bunga yang dihembuskan angin
tanpa daya, tanpa cerita…
Aku ingin
setiap jejak kakiku
melebur dengan fana waktu itu
Aku ingin
terbang bersama
lantunan melodi yang mengayonkanku
jauh, jauh
hingga…
menjelma…
nostalgia
Sometimes I see the world through its reflections
in the murky puddles on the ground
in wayward mirrors casting distortions
or even shadows jumping from behind.
Sometimes I see the world in true proportions
Without any of the crazy contortions
And when I do
—although it’s rare—
I pause to take a snapshot with my eyes
Relish the moment of that rare exception
so I’ll remember it
even when the world subsides.
You were a sunflower
You moved with the sun
Followed it, dawn till dusk
You knew where you were headed
Towards the light
You were brave and beautiful
Tall and confident
You were a sunflower
Born and raised with the sun
Underneath a sparkling sky with a crescent glow
Raining twinkling stars
Radiating shafts of silver light
Stood him the Golden One
Gentle, bold, and brave was he
With a beautiful face and beautiful steps
He danced from dusk til dawn
Leaping, twirling, in the air
Singing softly with the wind
The Blue Journal 