Now the hour comes at last, spending time with Yuri is a must,
Her voice so sweet and gentle, lifts my soul from the dust.
And what a softly gaze it is, which she tends to return,
Why shouldn't I adore it ?
I can't look away now, that makes my heart burn
Such as the wonders, of these dark lavender eyes, tug me into an embrace,
I understand now, that Yuri, is truly made of elegance, beauty and grace
Softly, gently the wind runs through her alluring hair, makes my poor heart race
All lies, sin, agony and majesty begin to rot, beneath these corrupted files,
What is left is the memory of such gentle smiles,
Yuri, won't you take my flame ?
I gift it to you, so you may shine
Such as the dim light within your orchid eyes, a desire came to life to make you mine
You are but an orchid, wonderful and oh so sweet,
Talking to you, would be alike a treat,
So my dearest flower of noble, delicate growth and care
Your smile alone is able to beat every nightmare.
So please my dearest, darling, my treasure, just bloom
If we're together, I am sure there won't be any gloom

~ Umi

A tall, elegant wallflower.
Her orchid eyes tell a million tales.
An expressionless face.
A contagious smile.

She's easily flushed, and often hides away.
I love when she talks, her voice is melodic.
Her laugh causes my heart to ache.
Her small hands cradling a book.

Everything about her makes my heart pound.
The curving of her lips.
The way she blinks.
Her methodical way of thought.

I love it all.
She's a little messed up, but that's alright.
I help her as much as I can.
She's scarred, and in pain, but that's okay.

She opened up, little by little.
Making me proud, and a little flustered.
When she brandishes her knife, I feel a sense of fright.
But I know that everything will be okay.

She's timid, polite and talks quietly.
I'm patient with her, she means the world to me.
Whenever we touch, my face turns red.
But it's okay, because hers does too.

Four dots. Four lights
Each floating deep in an icy cavern
Each glints in time to an unknown beat

I see my breath, but I'm not cold
The crystals of water feel like rock,
or plastic

I feel warm here
Watching the four lights
Watching them glint as I speak to them
Looking to the back, at the fourth light

One light fades and goes out
The last light I looked at
The last light I made glint

It glinted fast, and went out

The other two glint
Still outshine the fourth
In the back, growing brighter

Another glints fast, pops away to black
The other just vanishes

Now I am alone with the last light
The brightest of all
And I see
It too was blinking

Faster than the light that faded too soon
Faster than the light that flared and then blew
Faster than the light than just ceased to be
It too was blinking

But I broke that light
And now in the dark
I see how cold it truly is

Near the alcoves of      a secret garden
you'll find me lost in      the maze of my mind.