Of Morning Clouds

Scatter, scatter away
I want everyone to see the same shape
shone by the same amount of sunshine
smell the same fresh dew
and being touched by the same warmth

Spread, spread out
The whole town need to be greeted
by the same smile
to make us believe
that we deserve to be loved!

Shine, Shine on
Resemble the certainty you promised
That we are meant to be
and we beautify our aura with the sunshine lines

Hollow

What????
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Has the wound healed?

Is it the end of the struggle I started last November?

Piles of sketchbooks fulfilled with his face I drew myself,

and hundreds of stanzas of poems I wrote for him.

They seem losing their shine, they seem losing the melody.

What should I call this brand new feeling?

Is it what I've always wanted?
Is it something that I've been struggling for?
Is it what they demand from me?

But, why is it so damn empty?

Have I succeeded on deviating the sunshine lines, and start to knit them into a golden shawl instead....

Somehow this song is echoing again on my mind....

"Please, don't let this feeling end, it's everything I am, everything I wanna be.....

I can see what's mine now, finding out what's true. Since I found you, looking through the eyes of love...."
(looking through the eyes of love by Melissa Manchester)


I'm running around the hall. 
Where have the choir members gone?!!
Look, the instruments are all packed. The curtain is already taken off. The music sheets are scattered all around, and they are all wet. The lamps are already dismembered.
And the most important thing is, Where is the conductor!?
a metal baton, laid on the floor, with ashes on it.
May I conclude that you have released the star you used to clutch?
And does it mean that it's time for us to start a new song?

a harmonious melody that will astonish the world as you've promised,
of F as the basic tone!

It takes me forever

It takes me forever to harmonize the wind blowing over my sky with the half-dried streams along my veins

It takes me forever to deviate the sunshine's sparkles reflected on it - and,

                    these flying bubbles pop out a smell of a green, brand new promises

towards a wider road out there,

accompanied by dark-colored desert

a journey of ensuring myself that, yes - I'm still able to witness it.

your 6-pieces wings,

of white and blue, and circles on it.

It takes me forever to learn and interpret the notes 

made by the sound of your flapping wings

Is it a melody of yearning? and what is it yearning for?

Is it a melody of fear? and what is the threat, then?

It takes me forever to finally breathe the same air

With the dandelions you blow away

A journey of agreeing takes a gradual phase

I promise that I won’t let this river dry

I’ll let the flow keep singing the same wish

Of being the one that you go home to.

Lagu Angin

Ajarilah aku menggenggam butiran-butiran yang terhembus
Kala bianglala berputar ke utara,
Sehingga aku bisa sejalan dengan warnamu,
Dan menjadikannya bunga yang mengitari galaksi andromeda.

Disini lirih bersenandung menyatukan asa yang sama

Mungkin ini lambai-lambai terakhir

Maka ijinkan aku menyelami sebentar

Bisa saja aku bisa mendapati

Secarik benang untuk menguatkan dinding yang goyah

Tentang angin semilir dan tarian yang tak serempak,

Pesan yang disampaikan oleh lagu latarnya

Mungkin daun-daun itu bisa merasa

bahwa paduan suara ini membutuhkan dirigennya....

Is it a calling?

Let the bird fly outta its cage

No matter how beautiful its cage is

It will never bring happiness

Let it fly to reach its dream

Or rebuilding a neglected hope

Keep your chin up,

You are now on the right track,

A track that you’ve been always wanting

Since long time ago! 

(Those are the words you uttered under the breeze of Monday,

Brought by a blue bird you keep on your hand)

Along with the sound of the eighth step taken

All of a sudden,

I was sent to a place which air is filled with purple

These waving hands were seeking for a candle.

Everything I heard was just a pop of bubbles,

Shrieking one hope of no trouble

Hear these sounds spreading all over my veins!

(Oi oi oi aaaa, yosho ikuzooooo

Fire, tiger, cyber, diver, fiber, jyaa jyaa…)

I want to find out whether I have known

How to read the signs written in each wave

Made by the flapping wings of this blue bird

Does it mean that you want to let the clouds go?

Are you going to knit a golden shawl made from sunshine lines?

I’m ready to lit up another color of my aura

And learn how to fly with my tears tap shut.

I harmonized my footsteps along with your heartbeat

Kanashimi nante makezu ni yume no sora wo miagete….^*

Is it a sound of a door opened, or a calling to light up the candle?

Let me reach a higher step out there…..

(* kimi no koto ga suki dakara by AKB48)

A fascinating rainbow up there

I still want us to round a fascinating rainbow up there,

Let me hold the color lines with these weak hands,

And you stretch them with all your power

Be my tears their sparkles,

Shining the hopes I said when your wings expanded.

I still want us to round a fascinating rainbow up there,

Along with this silent drizzle

A sign of victory after this adventure,

Songs about the gone storm

And the warmth it left

I still want us to round a fascinating rainbow up there,

Between these scattered clouds

Where the choir sings out loud

A repeated rhythm that you once taught, dear….

Hold this hope tight, this song empowers

do re mi mi mi mi, do mi re do re, ti re do ti do la....
re mi fa mi fa mi re, re sol fa sol fa mi,
mi mi do do la mi re...

I still want us to round a fascinating rainbow up there,

Let us launch these color lines this fast,

On this power,

And the edge of these color lines will fall

On the land where I will meet the answers

Of the hopes written on meteorite’s eyes

Take my hand,

Hold it hard, dear….

Because this color lines are about to launch

Only you can make the fastest launch ever,

It will make the world witness

Our rainbow is the most fascinating one.

A Silent Shiver

It was the 4th time for the thunder

lighting up the bottomless hole
the frozen wall shivering
and snows running on the edge.....

Hundreds of butterflies flying straight to the north
along with the cracking fireworks
exploding on the night sky over this dome

Blue little birds
having those feelings written on they wings
they want them to echo
everytime they try to fly
and flap their wings in a rhythm

A wind blowing from their wings
brought me a chill
Is this a silence you once met, dear?
Is this an emptiness you once told?

And I keep on asking,
whether I can find you a candle
to crack this silent shiver
although I do not know,
whether a gasoline is running
along the candle wick....