Only The Expression Of God's Creation [1] Poem by Irvan Hermawan Saichu

Irvan April 1998

When I closed my eyes
Start navigating my blue ocean stretches
Gusts hit my hair wavy
Morning sun warms my brown skin
Soothing eye iceberg

Wipe the dew on my brow begin to freeze
When the soul dive toward the ocean floor
How cold, ocean water touching the skin of the soul
I pray it will be safe

Just by looking at a cute little fish movement
I sucked on a tight vortex
Visible suck right side of that was thought about
My soul was thrown away into the vast sky above
In a world that I do not know

Very cool that it almost makes my soul freeze
I pray it will be safe
A long-tailed meteors move rapidly approached
Pass quickly burn my soul a little clothing
I began to evolve toward the sun
I could not resist to remain silent