Poetry Syahreza Faisal Bali Post

Sand Palace

I’ve always dreamed of palace made by the sand,
Which will never cave in thou the waves coming in.
thou dozens of lovers carving their names
over the surface, and eventhough the shore had lost the twilight
is beautiful, yet, the palace will cave in and
bury us both to the death, immortalizing the memories and the past
becoming a part of our story, as the turtle
You are the slut bury all the eggs down there.
And I, am the virile who is up till the time of our boys hatching.


Everynight, from white palace we spare all the emission
Of star lights. We be nude towards the ocean.
Being proud of each we have done.
Saving the only longing in the bottom of our hearts.
Won’t let the space to sweep in. Neither will you
Love is never just slipped away from your hands.
I looked through your eyes, thrusting my poems
You wrap your body up, just sing and dance just to me.

2010