Do’a Malam

lilin

…………………..

gerimis dihatiku

yang turun di bukitmu

mengapa tak bisa mengusir sepimu?

Hei

tahukah kau

aku ingin punya mata seperti punyamu

bolehkah?

lelaki yang datang malam-malam

pergi diam-diam

entah mengapa dia bisa begitu berarti

dia pergi bawa sekeping hatiku

tanpa dia tahu

malam nanti

lilin-lilin kecil akan menyapamu

merah, kuning, hijau, biru dan putih

ingin kuambil buat pengisi sepiku

bolehkah?

bila kau berdoa di depan-Nya malam nanti

tolong bawakan namaku

bahwa kau mengingatku malam ini

walau kita jauh, katakan :

      aku mencintainya

tiba-tiba aku ingat salju-salju putih

seputih inikah hatimu malam nanti?

Embun Pagi

embun2

ketika rindunya aku menjemput pagi hari

dan angin menerpa wajahku dalam kesunyian

seperti ketika kunanti fajar pagi-pagi

rinduku tersaput kabut yang menutupi taman ini

seperti ketika dirimu hadir dalam bayang

dan aku bisa menangkap senyummu disudut sana

Sajak Tahun Baru

Good bye 2014...

Good bye 2014…

Apakah yang kau tunggu?

musim demi musim telah lalu

dan sebentar lagi almanak terlepas

gugurlah mimpi-mimpi kita

Apakah yang kau cemaskan?

berkas-berkas rencana tinggal dingin

tak lagi bermakna

tak usah bertanya : sudah jam berapa!

I Wish I Could Remember That First Day

rain
I wish I could remember that first day,
    First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
    If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
    So blind was I to see and to foresee,
    So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
    A day of days! I let it come and go
    As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
    First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!
                                               
                                       (Christina Rosetti)

Misty Birthday

november

So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.

(John Clare, November)

Happy birthday to me…..

Don’t Stop on the Cross Road

Cross-Road-Blues

don’t stop on the cross road

whoever you’ve met there

whatever you’ve found there

sometimes it’s like a time machine

you plunged into it and got lost in time

but remember, it’s only a cross road

…………

Maybe, I’ll see you again on another cross road

but at that time, I won’t stop and break my heart in two.

It’s Timeless

pennies

A box of pennies

carefully collected

one for each year

will never fill up.

         (anonymous)

“As time continues, I slow down. My feelings hold me still. I think of you – my heart breaks into three, next time into four”