Your lavish soul become a delicate landscape

In the centre of my heart, flow from layer to layer

Capable of crunching me into the deepest hellfire

Or lifting my tears to heaven 'till they turn to silver

Even if you're making waves, I'll follow in your wake

As the trail of fiery passion unfolds, I'm lost in its wanderlust

Of my quest for perfection--it's not what I want, but what I must

I love the ballad of a paradise bird--bird of a hundred voices

And the tearful moonlight, which makes the avians alike envisage

Waiting once more in the twilight's wings--the road to sunshine

To sob with euphoria in their basins made of glittering marbles

I love the sight of a countryside--those blood-woven lime pastures

Where seraphs danced and slept amongst the sounds of wardrums

And a maid's prayer is delivered swiftly upon the arrival of sunrays

I love the scent of a jasmine--intoxicating even the purest of soul

A reminiscence for those who found themselves in a path so foul

But more than all my affection is undiminished for a discrete one

The one who nourishes my heart, the one who stands before me.

[Banyuwangi, 17/08/19]