Poetry Inventory

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