A girl kneeling on your stone
Waiting for a falling star
to answer her prayer living inside her.
Day by day the prayer was getting bigger and stronger that it took life on its own, possessing the girl’s vision, her hand, her feet, her skin, her ear, and her words.
One day, the falling star passed by in her marmalade sky
But she no longer sees nor hears
As the prayer evaporated into thin air
And she’s inside
Jakarta, August 3, 2010