Achmad Miswar Notes

Somewhere in the open fields
Somewhere out there lay two souls looking up at the sun light
Running from the night
Call us the ghost flowers
We may not have powers but we bring autumn showers

Cry cry cry my darling
Cry cry cry cry for the falling birds
Cry for the running herds
Cry for the broken thirds

It was a beautiful day
Don't let it escape us
Ghost flowers wilting in the air
We curve over and look upon the insect traffic
The wind blows and we kiss the dirt
Call us full of hurt
Among the strands of grass and the broken bodies
We are the ghost flowers