To Marguerite Yourcenar
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
At front door written a sentence:
“Come in and unchain the name of the idol,
going out with a light. ”
At the door has a sign
that follows to fail along with the voice.
Billowing of smoke doubtful
expectations never come true
but the breath has to end someday.
Heavy rains whites the sky
floating cleaves the blue
perched on the gray afternoon.
Emptiness of body fall
the cold of word met satisfaction by
the height of silent wind.
Drained dance of pen into the abyss of
drizzle falls of steep hills.
Explore the season of time’s hand
take your destiny to love the eternality.
The ramble souls redeemed by the cloud
interpreted the gray heartbeat,
stored in tubes of plan.
A hanging flower of house’s terrace
its stems coursed through the prominent personality.