Beautiful Stranger

Came at late of the night, someone called him self with beautiful stranger. He was ride strong horse as fast as wind, blowing from south where is life started from the breath. He was hero from folk's story and be born to destroy evil.

Came at late of the nigh aware stand of beloved ones. He really perfect stranger to those people. Where he goes that took out my happiness? He whispered to wind that sent me chill melody . He absolutely the shadow, the thunder, the magic, and whatever people called for braveness. Everyone whom he spoke were amazed. Who really is he? He came over and over, close to me, and create my little world by Amadeuz painting.

I had drown into his hazel eyes so could make me fall asleep for a while when sadness was trying to reach me away. Who is he? He created from Light, wearing silk from Heaven, and his heart made from Love. Thousand times he came to me late at night, kissing me so gently, hold me with warm, untill morning flew away him from me. Who is he? Can i meet him in real and look so close to his wonderful bright eyes?

Book of Mine

Raining still going down today. I felt cold and wishing someone i love come to me and share warmness. But i try to look down into my self and realised there so many things not happen in sudden time. I used to be alone with my self, my mind, and wishing someday it will not happen again. Then, if my destiny would be like used to be, i will make my prostation to Allah and i am belong to Him.

Grass wet, wind flow, then sky become dark. From window made from wood and glasses, i can see raining down so heavy. People with their activities passsing through and seems didnt care each other.

Eyeeing people with their own bussiness when i felt alone and fond in same time it was so amazed me. I saw happiness, sadness, and also angry in their faces and wondering what happened in their hearts. Or are they still have hearts for their own lives? No know knows but God.

I sat down and found my self thinking about angel came to me With bright eyes, she reached my shoulder and brought me into sky and saw wonderfull pictures of nature. She has familiar face to me, and wonder where i saw that face. Long hair and blue eyes, she remains me to someone from my old-old-old times. When i was dying and she helped me from the dark hole.

We have book in each from our stories. Whatever it happens, it would be wrote on it. Wherever we go, our books still open and already. And my book tell me many things from my own heart about those things and i've been blessed with wonderfull people who inspired me journey on earth so far.