Was it Ogygia

Or was it utopia?

When the ocean welcomes me as I open my eyes

And you stood there as the wind takes you by surprise

Was it the afternoon's air

Or was it the smell of your hair?

The fragrance of cinnamon fills my lungs

As cat, if there was any, got our tongues

Was it the time stopping for a while

Or was it the magic of your smile?

Your hazel eyes seems to paralyze my senses

Even with a sword in hands, I feel defenseless

Was it the butterfly from your garden of flowers

Or was it the sense of disrupted hours?

That got my stomach into this state

Even wrapped tight inside this armor plate

Was it you, o beauteous nymph

or was it my frozen lymph?

If I never get home, I couldn't care less

With you here, my life is a bless

the one drifting on the seas,

Andri Kurniawan