Wrapping by The Dark

Morning way lighted by the sun

Birdling on trees in home yard

Jakarta still silent

We pass by each other

You still wrapping by the dark

Like a mystery

So am I

The sun can’t brighten our hearth

I knew that you open the door

But you did not allowing lights go inside

The lights take a peep by fissure

Look like ordinary glad eye

Pasar Minggu, 25 Agustus 2009