In the deep world of my thoughts.
I think of you by my side.
In the realms of reality,
we are separated by a see full of tide.

How can the distance merge,
and we, together, have a life.
Time to spend,  moments to live,
no more distances to appear alive.

May be we are meant to be abstract,
the intangible form of love.
May be,  we are the ghosts,
ghosts for each other,  always hidden
behind the tangible love.

Is fate to blame?
Or should we blame the God?
So perfect and yet distant,  isn't that odd?
We can cry for a why
or just accept the design.
We could strive against the gap,
and love each other
till we die*.

Tonight the moon  isn't beautiful anyhow.
Tonight the dark has stolen the show.
The bright light is just demorphing the infinite  dark.
Tonight the light is just one ugly mark.
The dark holds the peace in it .
and the light is full of discord.
Darkness holds the beauty tonight.
It is defeating the light without any fight* .

She was like a candle.
His touch set her ablaze.
Illuminating her present by incineration of her past.
She burnt and burnt till there were ashes at vast.
He tried to hold her,  but through his fingers, the ashes slipped.
She was finally free,  free from confinements of her sins.
His fire made her pure.
Released her soul from the impure.
The fire was the end of her,  and she swallowed it right the abyss of her soul.
The fire was her redemption, which made her whole*.