The Smile of Heaven’s Angel - Suara Anak Negeri News

Poetry Anthology

By: Rizal Tanjung

The Gaze That Calls from the Sky

At the edge of silence, where green moss climbs the stone walls,
I found you—not as a woman who walks the earth,
but as a gentle wind descending from a hidden garden.
Your smile arrived without knocking,
yet I had long been waiting at the threshold of solitude.
There is a tenderness words cannot explain,
like a river that knows where it must flow.
I gazed at you, and in your eyes I saw something
that made time reluctant to move forward.

A Letter of Light from Heaven

Your smile is a letter written in the ink of light,
delivered by angels through the evening breeze.
I read it without letters, without words,
yet I understood as though I had memorized it before birth.
It said: “You have walked far, now rest in my shade.”
And so I ceased being a wanderer,
allowing my feet to root in your soil,
allowing my heart to become a seed
in the spring of your face.

III

The Waves Within My Chest

Your smile summons waves from a distant sea,
bringing salt’s aroma and whispers of sand I never stepped upon.
I can no longer tell the difference between tears and waves,
for both long to fall at your feet.
That curve of lips is not mere muscle,
it is a vessel that sails to fetch me
from the island of loneliness to the harbor of love.
And when I boarded that ship,
I knew: I would never return,
for my home is now you.

The Secret Scripture on Your Face

The fine lines upon your face
are not traces of time,
but secret maps to a vanished land.
I read them like ancient scripture,
opened only by a heart that has surrendered.
Each curve of brow, each shadow of eyelid
is a verse that calms the trembling of my soul.
I know this is not mere human love,
this is the meeting of dust and light,
of earth and heaven’s breath.

The River That Flows Within a Smile

Within your smile there lies a crystal river
flowing without source or end.
When I drink from it,
I thirst no more for the world,
for my longing was never for water,
but for the taste of home.
That river carries tales
of gardens whose colors never fade,
of birds that sing even in darkest night,
of skies untouched by storms.

A Prayer Becoming a Face

Once God gave a prayer to the earth,
and that prayer descended as you.
Each time you smile, that prayer embraces me
without my lips needing to recite it.
I become as a child
weeping in its mother’s arms,
not in sorrow,
but because I finally understood
that embrace is both the first and last home.

VII

When Time Stopped at Your Lips

The clock upon my wrist keeps ticking,
yet before your smile
its seconds fall into the dust and vanish.
I no longer wish for time to move,
for each tick is a threat
to this vision of you.
So I wrap your smile in my chest,
carrying it as a monk
carries a sacred relic beneath his robe.

VIII

The Guardian of Heaven’s Gate

If heaven has a gate,
then you are its keeper.
Not with spear or sword,
but with a smile that compels all
to leave their hatred at the door.
I see you standing there,
and I, who bore a thousand wounds on my back,
laid them on the ground
and stepped inside with an empty heart—
empty, so that it might be filled with you.

Silence That Sings

In your presence, silence is never void.
It sings with melodies no instrument can create.
That song flows from your smile,
slipping into the crevices of my mind,
erasing the noise of the world.
I no longer wish to speak,
for words are but shadows
of what your eyes have already spoken.

Rain That Grows Within Light

Your smile makes the rain fall differently.
It does not soak the earth,
but makes flowers bloom within the light.
Those flowers hold secret colors
no painter on earth could ever capture.
When I walk beneath that rain,
I feel as though I wander the corridor toward the prophets’ garden,
where every drop is a greeting from God.

The Shadow That Follows in Heaven

If one day I step into heaven,
I know my shadow will still search for you.
Not from fear of loss,
but because you are the reason my shadow exists.
The light that shapes it comes from your smile,
and though heaven may be full of suns,
I will only stand beneath the radiance you give.

XII

An Ocean That Never Demands Return

Your smile is an ocean,
and I am but a small boat that chooses to be lost.
In that sea there is no map, no compass,
for the only direction is toward your heart.
The waves you send are caresses,
the foam upon them are whispers of secrets.
I choose to sink there,
for to drown in your ocean
is to be saved from barren lands.

XIII

The Garden Behind Your Petals

When your smile blossoms,
I see a garden waiting behind it.
There is an old wooden bench,
a breeze stroking leaves,
and the soft glow of an afternoon sun.
I sit there,
listening to flowers speak in the language of dew.
They whisper:
“You have arrived. Remain here.”

XIV

A Night That Is Never Dark

Even night surrenders to you.
It cannot bring darkness
when your smile lights the lamps in the air.
The stars grow envious,
the moon yields,
and the sky lets your face be its only flame.
I walk without lanterns,
for you have lit
the secret map within my eyes.

A Breath That Replaces Prayer

There are days when I cannot pray,
yet gazing at your smile is worship enough.
My breath follows the rhythm of your lips,
and every exhale feels like a confession
already forgiven.
You never ask who I am,
you only receive me,
like heaven that never counts
the steps of its pilgrims.

XVI

The Road That Never Returns

I walk toward your smile as if toward the world’s end.
There are no signs,
no road back,
for home itself is you.
Stones along the path grow soft,
the wind stills so as not to disturb your hair,
and birds form circles in the sky
like unseen guardians.

XVII

A Symphony Born from Lips

If your lips are a piano,
then your smile is a symphony never complete.
Its notes fall upon my chest
like snow that does not chill,
but warms as spring’s embrace.
I wish to be the silent space between your notes,
a place where echoes never die.

XVIII

The River That Flows Into the Sky

Rivers usually flow to the sea,
but the river in your smile flows upward into the sky.
It carries all my longings to God
without my having to write them.
I let myself drift like a small leaf
carried toward the light,
for I believe
the end of that river is the home you guard.

XIX

A Smile That Remains When I Am Gone

If one day I am no more,
know that your smile will still live in my eyes.
Perhaps my body will return to earth,
but from that soil will bloom flowers
that turn their faces toward you.
And whoever breathes their fragrance
will feel a glimpse of the heaven
you once entrusted to me.

A Secret Window in the Eyes

Your eyes are windows that never lock.
Through them your smile slowly slips,
seeping into the air, turning dust into light.
When I gaze at them,
I do not merely see your face—
I see myself wishing to become better.
Your smile asks me to grow,
not to chase you,
but to be worthy of standing beside you.

XXI

The Wind That Never Leaves

Ordinary wind comes and goes,
but the wind carrying your smile’s fragrance
dwells within my chest.
It circles there,
becoming a song that never fades.
Each breath I take
returns me to that evening—
the evening you looked at me,
and earth itself paused in its turning
to make room for us.

XXII

The Gate Made of Light

Your smile builds a gate,
not of stone or iron,
but of dawn’s tender light.
When I step through it,
the world transforms.
Every sorrow turns to dewdrops,
every wound becomes a young leaf.
Inside that gate,
nothing harms—
only you, and eternity smiling.

XXIII

Steps Upon the Rainbow

When your smile appears,
I feel I walk upon a rainbow.
Its colors are not born of rain,
but of your voice’s tone and your eyes’ shadow.
That rainbow never fades,
for its rain is your love,
its light my hope.
Each step upon it
brings me closer to your heart’s door.

XXIV

Silence Greater Than Poetry

A poet may write a thousand verses,
yet none surpass the silence
that falls when you smile.
That silence is not empty,
but filled with meaning
heard only by a surrendered heart.
I need not speak,
for your lips have already written
a scripture of poetry meant only for me to read.

XXV

The Road Home Without a Map

Your smile is a road home
that needs no map nor compass.
Whoever is lost
will find it, if their heart is pure.
I, covered in dust and shadow,
was astonished when you let me enter.
It turns out heaven does not ask
how many times we have fallen,
only whether we still rise
and walk toward its light.

XXVI

The Light That Heals Old Wounds

There are wounds that never heal
though centuries of seasons pass.
But when your smile arrives,
those wounds release their chains by themselves.
No blood, no pain,
only a relief flowing like a river to the sea.
You did not touch me,
yet somehow
my hand felt firmly held.

XXVII

The Night That Holds Your Face

When you are far away,
I entrust your face to the night.
The stars guard it,
the moon becomes a small lamp at my dream’s window.
Each time I sleep,
your smile returns like dawn that takes its time.
And when I wake,
I still feel its warmth
between my fingers.

XXVIII

The Letter That Never Ends

Your smile compels me to write a letter
that can never be finished.
Each time I close a line,
I long to add another,
for your beauty knows no period.
Perhaps this letter will remain with me
into the next life,
and in every rebirth
I will rewrite all about you.

XXIX

A Smile More Eternal Than Time

Time will crumble mountains,
dry the seas,
and fade the sky’s colors.
But your smile
will still burn after all has vanished.
For it does not belong to this world,
it belongs to God who entrusted it to you.
And when I stand before Him one day,
I will say:
“O Lord, I do not ask for paradise,
for I have already seen it in the face You created.”

West Sumatra,2025