Fancy

I write an empty poem
in the field near my home,
lying beneath the star.

I dream the eyes like pearl
and draw in sky a girl.
Suddenly there, you are.

I smile, and smile and feel
minding the fancy still,
hope you never gone far.

I sing my empty poem
fleeing my mind to roam.
Suddenly there, We are.


Cilandak
29.05.11