Hujan dan Kertas

hello february i miss your bright sanctuary
greenish yards and blooming roses
cocoons are empty; butterflies have left their hideouts
and they're dancing beautifully
and birds are singing, as warm yellow slowly lighten the athmosphere
band of horses triumph on the horizon
and melting ice is being a rivers of flowing fresh water

i'm always attached to february
its morning leaves a deep trace somehow, always
like eagles which always go back to its nest after a day's hunting
wherever they may go
it's like footsteps to home
calming, yet astonishing
and there's always a warm feeling
during february
perhaps, it is home
perhaps, i'm already home.


ajie
October 2, 2010
9.56 AM