Hai Hai Reader,
Udah lama gak update blog, jika saya cuma posting 1 bulan 1x, itu berarti saya lagi gak ada inspirasi ngepost.. Tapi tetep, I promised me to scribe at least 1 post per month. Thus, sebagai komitmen dan janji pada diri sendiri, saya membuat postingan ini dan berharap inspirasi itu kembali datang dan menyapa saya kembali. Dear inspiration, Ik mis je echt…
Lagi-lagi saya akan mencoba buat poem, melanjutkan kisah antara prince en princess yang lagi cukup krisis. Satu pukulan berat memang bagi sang pangeran ketika dia mendengar kabar bahwa sang putri sedang mendaki gunung dan tidak ditemani oleh pangeran. Bukan karena tidak bisa tapi karena memang lagi tidak seperti itu aturan mainnya. Namun di tengah itu semua, pangeran mulai beristirahat dan mengamati bagaimana kehidupan ini ditulis dengan banyak ketidakpastian. Anyway, just read it down:
The prince kneeled down besides the lake of Cassandra,
He took a look to figure out the princess.
The water fades out brought the sounds of the saga
A Beggar acts like a hero, captives the heart of the princess.
The prince felt from his being,
kissed the mud of the life.
He is a meat with spiritless being,
inspired not for the life.
For the happiness of a couple
is the sorrows of a man.
With his remained adrenaline,
he took his legendary swords,
He stirred up the skies and began to scribe,
Fashioned his vision into words
I saw a night, I remember a night, I long for a night,
The night where I fashioned in tuxedo,
while you dressed in the royal garment.
Beneath the clean dark sky,
in front of the eye of Schmidt, we placed ourselves,
spirit-full as youth, you observe the luminary,
while I observe our fate in your divine smiles.
The fate that we stare to the same moon,
believing that our story is truly a boon.
I turn on the flame with a melody,
we eat Muscaria in hilarity.
We fly piercing the alley,
like a pair of pigeons,
We testify the beauty from the Valley,
along with the angels in legions.
The Strains of Piano has come
out of the fountain of devotion,
As the time has come,
to present ourselves, a potion.
You bring along your Rosé Champagne,
the royal sweetness of your heart,
the purest of your spirit.
I present you the Crème de Cassis,
the extraction of my life,
the finest of my characters.
Crème de Cassis structures the foundation,
Champagne glorifies the rest.
As our hands work together in harmony,
coining the Royal Kir,
Our hearts bind together in novelty,
coining the Royal Kiss.
I’ll dream the night, I’ll make the night…
That night, where we dance to the stars…”
— To Be Continued —
This story, a poem or a poetry, is inspired by a message that I have just seen by now that I should have seen it 2 months ago (such careless and late response, eh?).
Would you be kind enough to response, o ye my dearest reader…
Veel liefs,
Yosua Kristianto
P.S. Besides the message, I am also inspired by Kir..
