Nights

The hour that i would bravely stare,
When the sky covered in darkness,
Humming myself to the song that i never heard of,
Just a melody and sometimes the lyrics i made up,
Mostly about my day and confession,
To whom i dedicated it to,
Probably to the faces that i see,
While the dark sky,
Becomes a movie set of my life.

Even if tomorrow i worry when to open my eyes,
I am still mesmerized about the jewel behind the dark sky,
Thousands of them but unreachable,
Some would say it would rain tomorrow,
In my own eye,
It was like a hope or my chances,
Though it would not always be there,
But the stars that night,
Is the only one would painted more colour while it twinkling.

So much for darkness ahead,
As the heavy clouds finally make a way,
There,
For the moon that always have been there,
Like a map in my life,
In every patterns that are created,
The shining moon,
Look ever so ordinary,
But for the night that i treasure,
It was my only place to smile upon.

That Friend

Much to my concern,
I could no longer ask about you,
That particular moment where we haven't solve,
As we avoided each other all the more,
But as far as i can get,
No matter how well i have been,
I do still wonder about the other side of you.

I could have asked my dear friend,
But it wasn't from the voice of yours,
Sneaking upon your side to side,
I still want to look out for you,
Although that pain i can still feel until now,
A friend we were,
And that is all i could think of now..

Winter in the Village

Surrounded with trees,
Small ravine along the corps,
I call it winter in the mid of summer,
A place whereas no other would be,
There's winter in my village,
A saying that lingers in my head.

The grass green just like usual,
 No bed of snows needed to be worried on the porch,
Fallen leaves crunchier like ever,
Flowers bloom with the colour they were given to,
Unlike the other place that they have boasted of white,
The winter in my village,
Full of colours and the sound of nature as the music.

Crickets can be heard at nigh,
So loud that it becomes a lullaby to my ear,
Blankets are enough to cover me from the cold,
Never mind about the sky throughout the night,
For it is best to stay tucked on the bed,
As winter in my village,
Gives me a good night sleep.

Moaning for cold so early in the morning,
About the freezing water but still is water,
Not with the ice or frozen one,
Kept under the cold night for hours or so,
The people in village do not mind,
For the winter in my village,
Kept me fresh and cool.

Drip, drip, drip,
The aftermath of pouring tropical rain,
All the thoughts are the same at the end of the day,
That afternoon was just a taste of summer,
And that evening then comes winter,
Cause the winter in my village,
Would only appear when it rains.

I Love You

What is it that makes you special,
The things that you cherished the most i envy them,
No matter what may come in your way,
Your own strength to keep on believing and going,
I wanted the same,
That part of you that are so special,
I love them just like 'I Love You'.

What is it that makes you special,
That little flaw that you had hidden,
Honestly shown in the eyes of my long relationship,
The endurance to keep everything stabilize and accepting,
Your understanding in your own weakness,
Admit without any denial while you smile at it,
I wanted to do the same,
That imperfection side of you,
I love them just like 'I Love You'.