SONNETS OF MY SOUL

I
O …… please love me not and fly
I can’t bear just looking at you
for the love within me is getting high
It won’t melt away though the blue it can only chew
Please, love me not then I can ease
and there in your eyes shall not be tears
Let the world, and me not, make you pleased
for I cannot give you even a dream to peace.
To me this love bears so many impediments
It alters not, just like the one in sacrament
then these impediments shall belong to you not
or even tear your heart into scrambled spots
You know the hurt I mean it not
but you have to take it though only one shot

II
Lord, thou hast given mee thy luve
for thou art one, it shall be one enough
but trees and men are created many
that then from thee a luve they shall carry
Thou art the luve itself
that fulfills every heart and nothing is left
What luve a man does have
when it grows with branches to the left
and no words from all worlds it cares but of itself
What luve a man does give
when for one and more it takes to live
for a freewill of thine owne spirit it finds its way
and for the one and more the luve will stay
then, into the deepest mourn and sorrow it clings everyday.

III
Lord, not towards thee the blame must be
I, or the devil plays the role, cannot make any controls
of my soul, then lost I am on remembrance upon thee
regrets and grieves, like a dark world, swallow my soul.
Thy own luve is a beauty, thus I dream of laughs and joys
with a secretly growing rose to ease
This is not June that the rose shall grow and fully bloom
to give fragrant and comfort into my deepest room
But it grows, and grows a dream of laughs and joys
for mourn and sorrow I have them to release
Lord, if this is sin, not towards thee the blame must be
for the luve I never reveal
into the darkness I committed and conceal
into her smiles and joys she lets me be

IV
Don’t go, stay here a little bit longer
so that gone all the dreams of anger
and fulfilled then all the desires of hunger
don’t go, stay here then I can be stronger.
O, please come wind and storm
just like a request of a ship to the ocean and
to the dessert a request of the sand
O, please come for thou can give warm
to the hearts of weakness and powerless
O, the mother of the world
the heartbeats I can feel on my shoulders
bring me thousand smiles of tears and get me blurred.
Don’t go, stay here to make things clear
don’t go, stay here though just to remember.

Jogja, December 2001

by Rbe Pramono