Puisi Hati: Telaga Warna Pernah Menjadi Saksi,10.10.09

      Saat pagi menjelang,embun pun membasahi daun...
Mentaripun muncul dari ufuk timur...
Kicaun burung mulai tak terdengar...
Karna suara brung berganti dengan senyummu...
Kau bangun dengan semangatmu...
Kau bertata rapi nan cantik bah puteri kayangan,..
Suaramu pun lembut...
Dan seolah hari seperti milikmu...
Kini waktu dan mentari dah bersorak...
Dan menunjukan agar segera beranjak...
Meski mentari bersenyum anginpun menyapa...
      Betapa indahnya ciptaan sang Illahi...
Pegunungan indah dengan dihiasi hijau teh...
Dengan senyuman serta tawa yang melengkapi...
Betapa indahnya dunia ini bila selalu bersamamu...
Dengan deruan sandu manismu...
   Tlaga. . .
   Tlaga. . .
   Tlaga. . .kau lah saksi cintaku...
   Warnamu tanda cintaku...
   Dalammu itulah rasaku...
   Misterimu itulah yang ada dalam hatiku...
Ku tulis dirawa tlaga mu..
Ku ukir namaku bersamanya...
Sedihku kan berwarna dengannya...
Tawaku kan berada bersamanya...
      Ukiran nama kan tertulis...
      Ukiran cinta kan tertera...
      Ukiran sayang kan terlihat...
      Ukiran kasih sayang kan terlukis...
Tapi...
Tapi apa..!
Ukiran nama kan hilang dengan sendirinya...
Ukiran hilang cintapun tanpa bekas...
      Tlaga,kukira warnamu kan selalu bersamaku...
      Tlaga,kukira warnamu seperti cintaku...
      Tapi kenapa kau helakan aku...
      Nama yang kau tulis adalah sebuah tanda...
Warna yang adalah sesunggunya...
Baru aku sadari telaga...
Warnamu tak satu...
Warnamu tak tentu...
Kini aku menagis bila teringat telaga...
      Apakah sebuah cerminan buatku...
      Apakah sebuah kenangan buatku...
      Biarlah cerita cintaku pergi...
      Tapi kau telaga telah menjadi saksi cintaku...

by:Ayi merana

Kirim puisi lewat e-mail:ariwibowoe92@yahoo.com

Lake color ever be witness,10.10.09

At daybreak, the dew was wet leaf ...

       The sun had emerged from the eastern horizon ...

       inaudible sounds of birds started ...

       Because the sound of birds change with your smile ...

You wake up with your spirit ...

You bertata neat and pretty as the daughter of heaven, ..

Your voice was soft ...

And as days like yours ...

       Now the time and the sun is cheered ...

       And shows that move right away ...

       Although the sun smiles greet the wind ...

       How wonderful the divine creation ...

Mountains beautifully decorated with green tea ...

With smiles and laughter that complement ...

How beautiful the world is to always be with you ...

With the buzzing of your sweet voice ...

    The lake. . .

    The lake. . .

    The lake. . . you're my love is a witness ...

    Your color sign of my love ...

    I think that's in you ...

    That's your mystery that exists in my heart ...

I write dirawa lake mu ..

I carved my name with him ...

Woe to him right color ...

Her laugh was with him ...

       Carving her name written ...

       Carving love it listed ...

       Carving unfortunately it looks ...

       Carving his affection painted ...

But ...

But what ..!

Carving a name right away by itself ...

Carving cintapun missing without a trace ...

       Lake, I think your color're always with me ...

       Lake, I think your color as my love ...

       But why do you helakan me ...

       The name that you write is a sign ...

The real color is ...

Then I realized the lake ...

None of your color ...

Certainly not your color ...

Now I remember crying when the lake ...

       Is a reflection of me ...

       Is a memory for me ...

       Let the love story goes ...

       But you lake has been witness to my love ...