Kepada Penjaga Hatiku :)

Atas permintaan gadis ini ,
aku telah mendarahkan kepala otak ak ,
untuk menyiapkan 1 puisi ,
hanya untuk dia ,
berinspirasikan dia lah ,
x buat kang nangis budak tembam ni .  :p
HAHA .  :D

Amorous kolam warna hitam dan mendalam ,
Menjelma sayu apabila senyumanmu berkilau ,
Kulit seterang purnama bulan ,
Di mana tersimpannya seribu satu misteri ,

Jauh di pelusuk hati ini menyimpan untuk di beri ,
Sebuah buku cinta dari nun sana ,
Untuk selama-lamanya bersamamu ,
Susurilah bersamaku sehingga akhir ,

Hanya satu perkataan , frasa , daripada bibirmu ,
Yang hanya mampu membisik ,
Bisikan yang mampu menumpaskan lautan tentera ,
Seperti panglima perang memberi arahan ,

Bisikkannya kepada jiwa abadiku ,
Nescaya aku pasti longlai ,
Bergoncang tubuhku untuk menelan frasa itu ,
Yang pasti aku akan berada di dalam genggamanmu .

The Hour When We Shall Meet Again

Dim hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds afar,
O rise and yoke the turtles to thy car!
Bend o'er the traces, blame each ligering dove!
And give me to the bosom of my love!
My gentle love, caressing and carest,
With heaving heart shall cradle me to rest!
Shed the warm tear-drop from her smiling eyes,
Lull with fond woe, and med'cine me with sighs!
Chilled by the night, the drooping rose of May
Mourns the long absence of the lovely day;
Young day returning at her promised hour
Weps o'er the sorrows of her fav'rite flower;
Weeps the soft dew, the balmy gale she sighs,
And darts a trembling lustre from her eyes.
New life and joy th' expanding floweret feels:
His pitying mistress mourns, and mourning heals!

Morning !!!

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.