Centrum

I ever drink out of your eyes
firmly respect the days
guess not the whirling leaves
falling to burry you laid down in the haze

that was: the sun laying
burns the grass in dying
as lonely sky breathing
draughty song is blowing

and when the bell rang
it was you home, I’d thought.
soon I opened the door:
it seems
just a fuzzy wind blew


[translated from: sumber, wing karjo's selembar daun, 1974]