/xml/top-banner.xml /xml/bottom-banner.xml no text/html; charset=UTF-8 en-us Ivo Widjaja description equeenox equeenox (c) equeenox poems betweenseasons no melbourne dec 14 04 you are my autumn gold, my winter's silver snow a precious dream from secret foundry you are my blanket of spring's lavender preoccupying my scent of sanity you are the midday's sun, my light the sun had rented out, my might from your light is your words shining on me I owe you every letter till I own you, the monsoon's cold overflows my debt I wish I won you like an obscure hero whose arrows of summer's rain crashing the fences of dawning rays, morning-soaked dreams hopeless for now I can only borrow your second-hand garland from the season's hands but with my pawned half-baked heart, I will wait to redeem my hopeful prize ... will you?