Flowers of Stone

I feel you know, even more than the song

Silence reveals more than sorrow

For having been left behind she is more loyal

Past knowledge turns to stone

On top of which flowers now grow

As beautiful as your features

Fragrant memories bitter as gall

And darkened blood that colors the soul

A thousand years before us, and later

In the soil men will find

Faces etched on stone,

The lines of a tale of death -- one still powerful

By Sitor Situmorang

Taken from To Love, To Wander, printed here courtesy of Lontar Foundation.