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Saskia Harjono Poems
Love is the mind’s doing – and not the eyes' - and so they say, the mind tricks, illuminating a pony to a celestial creature
A true friend, you are
For Johannes Leonardo. Thank you for always being there... This I dedicate to a friend I love so dearly Whose sincerity is engraved in serenity
Once upon my dream
Analyzing the taunting jolts within the very soul beneath my skin drizzling in my vein, echoing from a secret place
The days of you and me
You are the good ol’ days I long to reach And I hope I’ll get back to those days anytime soon For now I think I’ve got everything sober And if you don’t mind me asking, have you?
A Friend I Found in You
For Alvin, a beary special friend of mine... I cherish each moment we're together Walking hand-in-hand in laughter
Toi, mon ami
Toi, mon cher ami, es une grace d'en haut Ta presence devient mon encouragement Parce que avec toi C'est comme etre verse par le soleil embrassant
When you're there at every corner of my mind You are the vision of everything I see And I'm stranded in between space Where logic can't follow
Go on, you can do it!
For Eric Soegyanto. Because you've got all the talents to do lots of wonderful things in life... Why should you be pessimistic When you know deep in your heart
Doubting, Analyzing, Fantasizing
If I seem to always doubt you It's more to half believing the fact I thought I knew So I don't doubt - it was amazement most of the time And it gives me jitters to my spine
One Minute Desperation
Wandering alone in the misty way Feeling uncertain and in despair Though looking very tough and unbreakable It takes all my might not to break down and cry
A New Hope
In the silence of the night Where I can see no light Just realized I need a guide To be a friend by my side
Miracle, Where art Thou?
The world in peace, welcoming the dusk in serenity, yet the feeling within is up-roaring in tranquility, blasting in silence, thrusting like a blunt blade with no sympathy.
Why is the face I'm staring at so cloudy Is there something troubling you? What can I do to ease your pain?
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Love is the mind’s doing – and not the eyes' -
and so they say,
the mind tricks, illuminating a pony
to a celestial creature
Love is the essence of human life
and so we are told –
but isn’t it a malign satisfaction to possess, conquering
the hollow image of reality?
Love is tasting caramel in a bowl of gourds – doesn’t make sense
Love is humming a lullaby in faltering staccato – you can hardly sleep
Love is seeing the fiery moonlight in eclipse – phenomenal
Depending what you choose to remember
For love is,