The gentle stars sail through the river of the milkyway,
With no hesitation, with no violence,
As huge pressure usually drags them down,
And their fiery nature blows them apart, almost flaring occasionally,
Granting them not to rest a single moment,
But tonight, they allow themselves a moment of joy,
Dancing across the cosmic theater,
As if their carefree attitude, would carry them across the nightsky
Who knows where they are headed ?
And so, they wander, ever so..
Easygoing.

~ Umi

In the dark of night,
Just before the light of dawn
In the heavens she stands,
Pridefully gleaming.

~ Umi

On a distant planet,
The cold wind is seething, unmatched,
Breaking the barriers of the azur beauty,
And eventually the barries of sound itself,
As it rages on, without ceasing.

~ Umi

Within the depths of sorrow,
And the soulcrushing agony of despair,
And those drying tears shed by misery,
Lies a dim, yet remarkable light of hope, still shining in the cold, unforgiving hall of your very memories,
Move forward with your ambition!
Never let that light escape your grasp
Until all is over,
You may rest in my arms for now,
Until your woes are carried away,
By my warm gentle embrace.

~ Umi

To fear the unknown,
A gentle soul, engulfed in the flames of its own insecurities,
All alone, it craves a delicate touch, a sign, or just a simple smile,
Weakened by the taste of isolation, prohibited from ever reaching the truth, one may become bitter, or filled with unending hate for others.
Why were they allowed the gift, to roam free, to experience love,
Scattered alike moonlight, are the thoughts of such damaged mind,
Nethertheless this dismay shall take over, until nothing remains,
And so, this soul is burnt by its own heart, slowly withering away in the never ending stream of time, softly, gently giving up all hope,
Until that fateful day may come, and another caring soul rescues it,
But, for now, as all sound and colours fade into angst and despair,
It shall rest, in the confinement of the abyss.
Continuously wondering, when the day may come,
Wondering if it will ever feel again.

~ Umi

When all is quiet,
The pale light of the full Moon,
Dyes the sky in frost.

~ Umi

Bursting forth,
shocking, thrilling is the call of anger,
Enveloping the mind, losing control, softly, gently,
And in its destructive path, it seeks to destroy,
Destroy those whom caused this uncontrollable hate to spread,
Like poisoning the own soul, it rages, riots and rampages as it sees fit,
Until the last bit of its power runs out like a dying ember in a storm,
Though the damage has already been dealt,
And the wind of remorse keeps roaring,
Is it worth to salvage what was lost ?

~ Umi