By the faith I wayte
Danu Rachman Wahid
When y stay awake, both my eyesight
stake.
Punctur’d by dew, bloody sore grope
in dark,
Quest for a fragrance, flowering a
fake.
Years to lyf, years from thee to
swamp and spark,
Shaken but wayte in hope, though it’s
all hurt.
Days of blue, flood, float like scourge of Noah’s ark,
Echoes pursuade, deep heart reassert,
Sear’d and silence’d by a harsh mark.
y almost dye in the doute without
thee,
But i put a mervayle faith and
all trust,
Myght
together To wayte thee, to make glee,
Promise and seyn keep this gold with
no rust.
No matter how long i spende my rest
life.
By the faith i wayte with my love of
rife.
Candle Rime for the Moonlight
By
: Danu Rachman Wahid
A smile from little candle broke
in bright,
It doesn’t know why, melt with
the chill tone.
Lurk around the dark and see the
moonlight,
Stunned, all notion collapse
flows like the Rhone.
Just chant some rimes before it gone
perish,
Such love can’t be saved, sanz once realized.
O helpless love wasted with no
cherish,
It dumped left crushed and die in
paralyzed.
But still the moonlight ablaze
adored stars,
Despite the little candle calls
and hums.
Slight, little candle slowly lose
with scars,
Bring it vanish with rimes and
remains crumbs.
People said, keep loving cause
life is curt,
But sometimes love ends up with so much hurt