Ethereal Damage

On a drop of dew dancing on that leaf
Sparkling under the sun ray
Then falling to the ground
Leaving a sketch behind
That is you

On a rainbow painted in the sky
Deviated by drops of rain
Then faded, blown by the wind
Engraving a vignette upon
That is you

On a blithesome star twinkling
Beaming without knowing
The meaning of being
Carving and defining
That is you

You ran away
With the wind to the east
Hid behind the cloud, so gray
Ate up on the silver plate, love feast

Nay!
You have gone, I shall not stay
Seeing you someday
That is what I say when I pray
Wish upon the falling star, I dismay
Hope our story won't decay
Even though you are far, far away...


Ika Septianasari

Depok, 1 March 2012

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