An old man’s waiting
For the sun to rise. He moans
At the moon. “Dark night,
Pull away. You block me from
Beauty.” — Life’s a mentalist.
Who is the true beauty? The moon or the sun? Debatable! It’s a matter of played tricks of layered lights— light upon light with darkness in between. How would it be not cozy hiding under a cool calm night while patiently welcoming morning? How would it be not fun playing in a warm radiant day while cheerfully welcoming dusk?
Ah…. Why should one be getting old while constantly denying what is….
It is a full moon two days from now. I am waiting for it. She might appear full, hiding her pocky face to make me happy…. She-Night, will you shower me with your bright blessing full of messages from the gods and goddesses? Or, would you tap my transparent bubbles bursting out all secrets of Universe? Shalom….
Dua hari lagi bulan purnama yang kunanti-nanti. Rembulan mungkin muncul bulat-bulat, menyembunyikan wajah bopengnya untuk membahagiakanku…. Dewi Malam, akankah kau menyiramiku dengan pendaran berkah penuh berita dari dewa-dewi? Atau, akankah kau letuskan gelembung-gelembung bening yang menyemburkan segala rahsia Semesta? Salam….