more than anything happened
the morning come up over the hills
your face over there!
"i want to go," you said
may be then you go
to the unknown place?
under branches that wave in the wind
as if motioning to some unseen secret way
over there where
the morning comes up over the hills
like Garuda Pancasila song sound
that repeats itself through all the valleys
covered with all the nervous laughter of
another morning
coming slowly
like the name that you've tried to forget
come to where the name is
coming slowly
"i have to go," you said more
2007
