Poetry | The Horse Prancing in The Sky

Probably this is the right time to tell you that I can’t help missing you, Laila. After all this time I didn't put together a single word to you. You know, six weeks ago while in Bengkulu, it was as if I saw you in the sky of Panjang Beach, on a bright afternoon. At that time, the sky looked blue-golden before he drifted into his dreams. The cloud that supports it was patterned like a horse, and yes I felt your presence while you were busy controlling "the horse". They were prancing, looking wild but he was joyful, full of lust.

Indeed, you have left too many secrets in the sky. Starting from the place where the water falls to the existence of life in every dust grain in space. But I'm sure the horse will bring me to you, Laila. To complete the urge to longing. As your previous beliefs. Do you still remember when I wrote a misery of missing you years ago?

Want me to remind you of that again. "Your poetry is like a spring in the desert: when I get tired I pass a wave of dust that stifles the chest, when sweat flows profusely, then the directions in your poetry have interpreted each of these steps. For the sake of clanging time from dawn to sleep of the moon, let me miss you, Laila