sedikit puisi cinta...

All the restless hearts
of the world...

all trying
to find a way home.

It's hard to describe
what I felt like then.

Picture yourself walking
for days in a driving snow.

You don't even know
you're walking in circles--

the heaviness of your legs
in the drifts;

your shouts
disappearing into the wind.

How small you can feel.

How far away home can be.

Home.

The dictionary defines it
as both a place of origin...

and a goal or destination.

And the storm ?

The storm was all in my mind.

Or, as the poet Dante put it...

"In the middle of the journey of my life
I found myself in a dark wood...

for I had lost
the right path."

Eventually I would find
the right path...

but in the most unlikely place.

"I do not love you as if
you were a salt rose or topaz...

or the air over carnations
that fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark
things are to be loved...

in secret 'tween
the shadow and the soul."
I love you without knowing
how... or when...

or from where.

I love you straight forwardly,
without complexities or pride.

I love you because I know
no other way than this.

So close...

that your hand on my chest
is my hand.

So close
that when you close your eyes...

I fall asleep."

Liat Lagi Dunkzzz......