Thou Own The Heart of Mine

The deep blue sea under the horizon shows me its endline.
When I reach it, another end line appears
again and again.
It ends, but it never really ends.
The deep blue sea under the horizon flows on gently,softly, and slowly.
O, where is the ship that usually sails on?
The beautiful little ship that brings the sea splashings,
that brings the sea waves
and that brings the sea joys.
The wind blows softly and gently
The sun is about to set and silence is awaiting.
O, where is the ship,
my little ship that brings me splashings
that brings me waves
and that bring sme joys.
O, I miss my ship

for I'm not the sea when she away slips. 

Yogyakarta, 17 Sept. 1997.