benediction

selamat pagi dunia!

its 2.04 am. its morning sudah! apparently i haven't gone to bed. i don't have much to write this time. i just have something beautiful to share.

Bless this little heart,
this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven.
He loves the light of the sun,
He loves the sight of his mother’s face.
He has not learnt to hate the dust, and love the gold.
Clasp him to your heart and bless him.
He has come into this land of 100 crossroads.
I know not how he chose you from the crowd,
came to your door, grasped your hand to ask his way.

He will follow you, laughing and talking,
and not a doubt in his heart.

Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him

Lay your hand on his head, and pray
that though the waves underneath grow threatening,
yet the breath from above may come and
fill his sails and
waft him to the heaven of peace.
- Rabindranath Tagore

wonderful aite? o how i wish i can write like this!
reality speaks: face it. you'll never will.
i speak : alright then, when will my knight in shining armani (armour is so last century) read this for me?
reality speaks: eiuw, that is so gay.
i speak : shut up, thats not gay. its romantic. :))

anyway . . .does it sounds familiar to you? i wonder who's the smart one to guess where does this poetry comes from? *crack knuckles*