sailboat poetry # photograhpy aceh #

I had already sailed the seas, along with the passing season.

I had floated with the waves first, exploring the vast ocean stretching, in the guidance of the wind, in the direction of the constellations.

My wide stretched cloth was tied firmly on a sturdy wooden pillar, not easily broken, not too wobbly,

despite the storms coming over and over, in every afternoon, every night.

My body is from the wild wood of the jungle, in the shrine and in form by your unyielding ancestors.

Proficient travelers in the ocean relentlessly. My soul and soul unite on the stretched screen cloth.

My inner eyes of stars, my body and my soul formed together with the surge in the chest of your mighty ancestors,

splashing the waves in my stomach and my pavilion without hesitation.

Steady on the way, ihklas wading through the forces of the ocean, wrestling, rowing, weaving the twilight and moon lights.

I am destined to live in the ocean with explorers who are never afraid to go home.

And when the wind is making friends and the seagulls come to give praise and applause,

that's when I will lean back, let go of tired while telling the land that I was the first time to navigate the ocean.

Your voting will force your voice to give me strength.
thanks.