The night back home, Jakarta's suburban, is somehow different
from the night in other cities.

Or maybe it's just me.
Being poetic.

This was written in 1996, on a beautiful night under the stars.

(Jakarta, 1996.09.10)



Madam Night


I love Madam Night
The stars and the lights are her servants

I love Madam Night
Cold, black curtains drop, calming the earth

I love Madam Night
The children laughing, playing hide and seek

I love Madam Night
Love is in the air, clasped in every joined hands

I love Madam Night
'Cause Madam Night is love