Rêve
I remembered when we walked
under the bright moon of the old village in ciater’s resort to see a small
river of spring water, flowing continuously
and the wind blows your hairs over the tea's leaves.
I cannot bear to remember
when we strolled the cornieche, when wander the tea plantation during gathering
with our friends years ago.
I could not bear to live
when my dreams roam far to my lover who were waiting for me there while
admiring the paradise flowers.
I know this long night, when
the wind and rain together blew, even the clouds is weeping under the babble of
water in misty valley, telling me that a life is just like floating in a dream
and a life of game.
The moon seems close to us
on that clear night, the heaven now separate the living and the dead and I will
never forget my lover.
Remembering when dusk as the
sun goes down, you lean upon the tea plantation's railing with our little
daughter, my sorrow starts a new.
Your lonely grave is near and a space for me is there too to make we would
not lie cold when my time come.
When we met again, don't say
that you could not recognize each other , because my grey hair, wrinkled skin on my face covered with dust.
Just wait in paradise
garden, wear your black dress, smile and welcome me with embrace and kiss, not
with a word or thousand tears.
At last, I will be brought
to the hidden valley where old leaves of ancient trees cover the stream and wild
flowers are scattered and in the end, we'll share a grave, together again
Syafuan Gani
February 2013
Doha, Qatar
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