Kau yang berselindung
Di balik sutra
Warnamu pelangi
Engkau mustika hati
Pesona Cinta
Mahligai Rindu
Malam dingin yang kejam
Aku tiada gentar
Kerna Cintamu
Misteri alam yang terbongkar
Lena jadi sedar
Kerna Kasihmu
Yang dulu ku cari
Rupa-rupanya ada di Sini
Dan yang bermain di Mimpi
Menjelmalah Engkau dalam realiti
Dulu lalu depan mata
Tapi ku tak hirau
Ku Tak peduli
Tapi setelah ku tahu
Hanya Engkau Teman
Kau tak ku lepaskan
Mustika
Mestikah aku menjadi penanti?
Pelukan sakti Cinta SuciMu
Aku tak sabar menantikan esok hari
Bawalah daku bersamaMu
Oh, Mustika hatiku
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Furrows Around My Eyes...
The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
Each night that I lie in bed,
Where neither right nor left is right,
I toss and turn thinking,
What if tonight is the last night I lie here?
Will the pillow underneath my head be of earth tomorrow?
Or of more than I've ever seen in my mortal years?
The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
Each time Your Name beats in my mouth,
Each time It beats in my breath,
Each time It beats in the still silent night,
I cry myself to bed,
Not entirely sure if I'm scared of You or desperately long for You!
I cry myself to bed, overwhelmed by silence.
The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
For the time I wasted, that was my every breath,
For not being capable of not wasting them,
For not knowing what to do,
For this prison that are my limbs,
For my soul that wants to soar and fly,
For this prison that is my being,
For my abject dependence on You.
The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
And they have made me small and insignificant because they now see Your Presence,
I hope for them to be an intercession for my limbs,
That only knew paralysis in the throes of passion, and faces of anger!
Each night that I lie in bed,
Where neither right nor left is right,
I toss and turn thinking,
What if tonight is the last night I lie here?
Will the pillow underneath my head be of earth tomorrow?
Or of more than I've ever seen in my mortal years?
The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
Each time Your Name beats in my mouth,
Each time It beats in my breath,
Each time It beats in the still silent night,
I cry myself to bed,
Not entirely sure if I'm scared of You or desperately long for You!
I cry myself to bed, overwhelmed by silence.
The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
For the time I wasted, that was my every breath,
For not being capable of not wasting them,
For not knowing what to do,
For this prison that are my limbs,
For my soul that wants to soar and fly,
For this prison that is my being,
For my abject dependence on You.
The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
And they have made me small and insignificant because they now see Your Presence,
I hope for them to be an intercession for my limbs,
That only knew paralysis in the throes of passion, and faces of anger!
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