I'M IN THE end of the evening
by Herlambang

A glass of hot coffee served in the silent banquet,
has receded by up to half. a portion of it evaporates
kepul together and blow, and melt more tersesap
in me. pekatnya as if not at all give room
on the moon to bias the depth, except the shadows
which appeared hazy.



In the starless sky, a moment kutitip face.
sepasi circumference moon quiet wail
lonely, empty expanse mengaisi uncertain measure
I paused between the spaces. and natural recalls
come along breezy jealous fireworks
who want to blend in.

I let the glass half untouched, he increasingly captive
the struggle continues to closely concentrated. moment before asleep,
kusisipkan mused together wistful face of the moon
who was busy charming the clouds,
come into one's vision blankets on the boundary gap.

Subject concentrated, not merely because the cause due
presumably over the two sets of events.
as adaku accumulated past

In fact, the only time beating constantly
tomorrow or the day after, on a variety of possibilities:
half cup will sink to the dregs,
bring concentrated then dried and crusted.
or disappeared inedible drizzle on the next magical
that is not always bright.