Tuhan.... 

Aku letih.

Semalam aku berkendara pulang pukul 00.00 dini hari
Melalui jalan-jalan bergenang dan percik-percik sisa hujan, 
juga polisi tidur yang muncul tiap 3 meter sekali. 
Satu kali lagi berguncang, satu kali lagi berguncang
Konon, caranya melewati polisi tidur sebaik mungkin adalah dengan menahan diri.
Menahan sedikit, dan sedikit lagi. 

Sedikit lagi. Sampai nanti?

Tuhan,
Sakuku kemarau, sekujurnya habis oleh rinai hujan membasahi
Silih berganti tiada henti, tiada henti 
Aku tahu ini adalah berkah agung yang kau beri
Karena engkau begitu menyayangi
Tapi aku yang kecil ini, kalau boleh ingin sedikit sembunyi. 

Dengan satu harapan,
Doa halus dibalik selimutnya bisa didengar oleh Langit
Lalu mungkin seluruh penduduknya akan mengasihi,
dan membiarkan rintiknya berhenti sendiri

Tuhan,
Konon kabarnya, jika ingin membangun otot
Tubuh kita harus diberikan beban yang berat berkali-kali
Agar dia pecah, hancur, dan terbentuk kembali menjadi gumpalan yang lebih alit
Sudah sekokoh apa aku, Tuhan? 

Tuhan, 
Jika memang ini jalan hidupku yang harus kujalani.
Akan aku ikhlaskan hati ini lebih dalam lagi,
dan berjalan dengan satu derap perjuangan lagi. 

Tuhan...
Kokohkan aku lagi..

It is strange, and bizarre
in the way a dream unspooled like a love song i've yet heard
but known

you, a seeker i yielded with love awhole,
have finally found your way back to my doorstep
journey mapped in your tired bones 
you have circled the world and found the answer where it always been
in the warmth of simple joys, we cherish forevermore

you see—I haven't been able to quiet this heart after that dream
normally i would—when the waves rolled in, i'd simply play "When I Need You" 
the intro arise, a line came up and i would close my eyes

you'll be there, always there

i'll be wishing you well, exhaled and went on with my life
but—not today, nor—the past 3 months since that dream melt this frozen heart awake
my heart, a lighthouse—alight, aglow, calling you back home

do you know we've met in past life, ages ago?
here's the story; we were lovers
you, the shore, and i— a child of the sea

one day the sea took me back to its arms, leaving you behind
the back i admire, fixated far out to the ocean
 the wind swirled in your chest— longing, yearning, searching
forever bound to the tides and the depth of endless blue

How could we know? that in this life, you would still search 
 the ancient wind, a question logs in your ribs
for a soul you barely recall, blurred across the passage of times 
how many more lives would you spend searching?
will you recognize me, at last, in this one? 

that night, after the dream—
i drew this card
a symbol of two soul, one with grace, the other—untamed 
entwined but devided—mirrored echoes across worlds
each walking their own path, battling their own battles,
weary and longing for a haven to rest—
a gaze, a face

 my cards—as sharp and unyielding as it always was
whispered words you once said to me: 

"may the stars fall upon our skies again, one day"

you see—the stars has speckled my skies, yet yours remained shrouded
why?
because the divine is precise in its giving,
and heavy cloud— will part for a very good child

if this words reach you, would you meet me halfway?
Would you remember and strive, on a promise we once hold true? 
"let's get better, together", we vowed, we became
Would it be your aim as it is mine?  

and perhaps only then,
our whispered wishes will be awarded
two worlds collide, as destined as the divine allowed 
be it in whatever form it may take,
I’d simply rejoice to have you in my life again

May you are always be blessed through and through, 
my soulmate, my friend.