Chant of Blossoms

Specks of dust drift away
Fragments of the past scatter in the air
Weariness crawls silently at the road’s end
Wild flowers are blooming
Between the burrows threaded with roots
Sorrow thickens into thorns

No one knows how deep the exhaustion runs
To draw one more breath
The shiver of joints, the tremor of cells
Resonating beyond the sway of time
Tracing the road with a thousand bends
Searching the fields bathed in light

I long to believe
In the voice of my own heart
Even dried blossoms will unfurl again
Seeds will fall to the earth
Along every land I have walked through
And all colors will bloom once more

If this life resembles the lines on my palm
Overlapping, branching
Then where shall I find my journey’s end?
Blossoming at my fingertips
After the sprinkled flowers settles
Upon the prayers on a grave

KIDUNG BUNGA

Serpih debu melayang
Retih masa lalu beterbangan
Letih tersuruk kelu di ujung jalan
Bunga-bunga liar mekar
Di antara liang penuh akar
Derita membelukar penuh duri

Tak ada yang tahu seberapa lelahnya
Menghirup napas sekali lagi
Gigil sendi dan getar sel
Beresonansi dalam terpaan waktu
Menyusur jalan seribu kelok
Menyasar padang berlimpah cahaya

Ingin aku percaya
Pada hatiku yang bicara
Bunga-bunga kering pun akan mendedah
Biji-biji runtuh ke bumi
Di sepanjang tanah yang kujalani
Lalu seluruh warna mekar sekali lagi

Bila hidup ini serupa garis tanganku
Tumpang tindih dan bercabang
Maka dimana kutemui akhir perjalanan?
Yang berbunga di ujung jari
Selepas taburan bunga mengendap
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