Dinner is over and the dishes are dried
In the blackened kitchen
sits the simmered out stove
Into the dark
The screen’s light
Sneaks from your bedroom door
Your face is bathed,
And you don’t need your hand to wipe it clean.
Hush
Now that nothing tugs at your time
Hush
Can you believe it happened?
Just because it doesn’t always last
Doesn’t mean it isn’t real
Just because it comes and goes
Doesn’t mean he feels it too
When you lie naked in the dark by the shower
The black light brings comfort of what it can be
Not what friends say it is now
Its sound and fury
Like a cymbal in the sky
or Marmite and moonbeams
Is shared with few
And signifyies what?
It’s hard, you said.
I hope you remember, I reply.
You will find him again.
I believe in you.
– 28 July 2008 (#5) –
fi3 said
hai oliver, boleh gak minta alamat emailmu?
ini alamat emailku kalau mau kirim email, di fitmina@yahoo.com
trims,
fi3
nb: numpang disini ya, gak kasih komentar, soalnya gak bisa kirim di emailmu.
fi3 said
olive, kok comment-ku gak muncul lagi ya?
btw, disini lagi puasa lo, gak maen2 ?
Steve said
croaky fyi I have restarted my blog
Croaky said
Very good. What is the URL?
fitri said
hai oliver..
wow.. long time no see this blog..
how are u?
still remember me…?
well.. no post since last time I gave comment in here..
are in new zealand right now? how’s NZ?
btw, can I chat with u next time?
Steve said
isn’t it time you wrote a new poem