Mungkin, kau pernah membuka jendela
dan menemukan langit berubah warna
karena musim yang berganti telah merambati
tanah, rumput dan pepohonan secara halus
Dan di sana, di tempat yang sama kau melempar pandangan
menanam ingatan yang berbeda
dan perasaanmu berubah di bawah cahaya
Mungkin, aku telah terbiasa membuka jendela
memandang warna langit yang berubah
tanpa bisa dicegah seperti daun tua yang berguguran
jatuh ke tanah, tertanam sedalam kerinduan
yang dingin, sepi dan bertabur kelembaban
Dan di sana, di titik terjauh cahaya berjatuhan
setiap inci kenangan tersimpan di antara rerimbun hutan
mengubur perasaan seperti harta yang menunggu ditemukan
Kita akan selalu bersama di antara jendela-jendela
menutup dan terbuka untuk kesekian kali
seperti pergantian musim yang akan kita lihat sampai mati
mungkin juga dari sisi-sisi berseberangan;
dan setiap terbit mentari kita berpura-pura masih ada harapan
Mungkin, aku ditakdirkan untuk selalu
merindukan musim-musim yang hilang
SEASONS BEHIND THE WINDOW
Perhaps, you’ve ever opened the window
and found the sky changing colour
because the season change already crept up
subtly over the soil, grass and trees
There, in the very same place you threw a glance
instilled different memories
and your feeling changed beneath the light
Perhaps, I’ve already used to open the window
looked at the sky changing colour
inexorably like an old leaves that fell
to the ground, buried down as deep as longing
cold, quiet and humid
There, at the farthest point where the light falls
every inch of memories preserved in the arms of the forest
buried down the feelings like a treasure waiting to be found
We will always be together between the windows
open and close for the umpteenth time
like the changing seasons that we will see until death comes
probably from the opposite side;
on every sunrise we pretend that there’s still hope
Perhaps, I was meant to always be
missing the seasons that have been gone
©Poetry Prairie, 2022
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