Love.

It's been two years since we have been through on this different world; I left the mountain peak and reached the seventh sea.

I thought this is the only worse thing that I can do for love.

You have been my world, my everything— a light that burns brighter when the night comes, I deeply drown in you.

We are created by constellations and dream and binded for centuries;
You are the love that I have been written long ago that the prophets kept telling we will meet on collision.

And a blind faith will keep us on truth; my love, there are things I can still do for you.

"Imagine, they all fade in just one night,
I remember the time when the collision was chasing after you."

They told me, it's not the end.

You found me on
                    Sailing ships,
                    shadows of morning,
                    fading sunsets
                    and grain of stars
                    on sand;
You loved me on my misadventures.

Being with you is like
playing hide and seek
in the woods,
loving you is like
a poetry that lovers
spoke for centuries.

Hunters come back to haunt
who doesn't exist,
his ghost is still penetrating
through her shallow mind,
for a thousand years of playing knives,
she left there, undesired.

She thought "that would be enough"
it would be his revenge or punishment,
her vial was empty but he was a bloodlust,
words could cut and anguish could be unbearable,  but tears will run dry.

The days turn into dust;
those memories she recollect
if he is seem to love again
maybe, she will find her faith
and her place.

She lost in darkness with broken dreams
she knew, it will only leads her to death;
Why do people keep coming back
on those things they left behind?

There is a star I look upon
the midnight blue sky,
in gray moonlight
after the showers.
You reached the end—
the death of star.