The Stream Poem by Martin Susanto

Everything in the universe has a particular gleam

A completely unique aura, with its own very scheme

Everything in the universe has a very peculiar flow

Nothing can survive without it for it makes things go



And once in a while, two flows may cross

That may form a stream, impossible to get across

A stream flowing with the desires of both who contributed

And once it dies, the flows are redistributed



After the process, the flows cannot be the same

They now burn brighter, with a different type of flame

Now filled with new desire, all of them anew

So if the same desires come back, they cannot burn through