Dimming Hope

By Rbe Pramono

Gone the days, come along the nights
the wind scatters away
tranquility torn apart
so tiny pieces becomes
silence swallows 'em and leaves hollow
see bodies buried on the ground, shallow
creating red ponds in the descent hearts
no more tears
emptied by miseries
agony is the air to breathe
life and death
lost and glory
dream and reality
are but twins with a mirror between
and thine
and mine
are but invisible dust
never does it stay in hand

Gone the days, come along the nights
no border traces
no country stays
search no more,
but a dimming hope in the middle of gloom
for love is tugged from the very parlor of our hearts

Kaki Merapi, Oktober 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.