An Obscure Rhapsody

I desire touching the essence of my being.
I pay a lot for unexplained chasm.
Exhaling the favored secrecy,
The sweetheart of running ages.

O nymph, you should awake,
By virtue of the coming light,
Sneaking into wonder,
As the point to ponder.

To one as a striking chord,
I do compose my symphony.
Looking forward to harmony.
Should all be meant to be.

I desire touching the tip of heaven.
I congregate within imagery companion.
O nymph, you better follow the line.
Let me see us heading the same.

M. Nurul Hidayat
March 5th, 2019