Poems | Alzanthera

The Gate

Nevertheless the sun still bright,
As the day has less,
So will the moon rose above,
Less than a day,

Is That You?

Fading reality,
Seconds after seconds,
This feeling, will it return,
Even tiny moment constantly flowing,
To wonder if everything has meaning,
As the time flow so do the past,
Reality after yesterday,
As noise vanish to night sky,
As one with fading reality,
Time moves on, yet something stays behind,
The heart holds onto what cannot be seen,

Blooming

One fallen but surely will rise from its bead,
Never sun at once feel cold for its flower,
Hence today, the bliss fell toward,

Sun and Rain

Such naivety will let you see the cloud and rain,
But one who well and wise may see the sun,

Fate After Path

Had two shadows once fallen along the same wandering road,
It will cross the path without asking where it ends,
But if the moon never seen tonight,
One may leave towards the wandering dust,

Risen

Sophisticated but turns out there was real life with purple ones,
If only the beginning is beautiful game,
Either way climb up the sun and rose above,

Voyager

Even the latest gold water never reach its destination,
Moreover the gold apple has been rotten,

The Beginning After Another

The sun yet blooming, the clouds yet crafted,
Yet the bird fly higher than it should be,
Furthermore it is only the beginning,

Aftermath

It is such melancholy that confessing mean confusion,
The fragile consolidation aftermath never have surrender to one mind,
Linger, despair, should be one at once in ruin.

Moon is beautiful tonight isnt it?

Did I tell you that I miss you?
Moon is beautiful tonight isnt it?
Hence the name,
There is a place the world forgets to touch,
A quiet gap between breath and thought,
And somehow, you are written there,
Not in ink,
But in the way silence begins to listen,
Which name never once fallen,
Even time lost in itself,
Such twilight lingers,
Forever,

Days

Everything flows to the sea,
Another dawn another day,
Into the wind,
Another day another night,

Point of Few

And hence the water fill the bucket,
But the rain seemingly never end,
One may curse the weather but dont ever leave thought for one who blessed from it,
Rest assured, wind will lead the cloud from one to another,
One will see the flower and one will see the seed,

Echoes

For every moment that has been translated to our mind,
Neither both of us will lead to the edge of ocean,
No one will, hence wind sail the boat to unknown fog,

Never Lose Your Smile

Never fall, never frown,
Even sun went down following with beautiful moon,
All shall be well,

Behold

Moreover the heimdall frequency soaring above whole world,
No more chirping or clicking,
The grasshopper can sleep peacefully,

Fading Light

Never in such time, do well very dry,
Each of both direction may find the same wind,
The fire will be punish by the very one which despise,

Yearn

The moon is rising, wave is likewise.
One has prevail for another to suffice the golden apple,
Such longing tend to be a farewell in the end.