He, a fine enchanter, has travelled
Miraculously, to this border of the heart,
where walls are cold, where doors are keyless.
What is his spell,
that is repeatedly sung?
That gracefully roams my heart?
What is his magic,
that grants me this desperate hope,
this courageous fear, this blisful melancholy?
My day is the moon, my night is the sun.
Bewitched, bedazzled by him.
Rabu, 09 Februari 2011
Butterflies
These butterflies in my tummy
Exploded into thousands of colours
Flying to paint your grey sky
Exploded into thousands of colours
Flying to paint your grey sky
Atom
The day fell and left the throne to the moon
Your lips, endlessly wanted, spoke silence
Words were unwritten and unuttered
Only the touch of your finger was heard,
softly guiding mine to your dear soul
Every atom was intertwined,
simultaneously moving
And the time was still
The night was ours
Your lips, endlessly wanted, spoke silence
Words were unwritten and unuttered
Only the touch of your finger was heard,
softly guiding mine to your dear soul
Every atom was intertwined,
simultaneously moving
And the time was still
The night was ours
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