It was a boardwalk on the stars it seemed.. On the otherside of the universe.. I got to walk it.. It was raining light here and there.. The air smelled of star jasmine..  I could see your eyes every now and again as a raindrop of light would pass by them..  They were a deep dreamy brown that seem to swirl away all of my worries.. I was in your dream.. Somehow I made it here.. Or maybe you summoned me here somehow..  I wonder what I look like to you in the fallen light rain? Do my eyes shine as bright as yours?

The cliché "contrast" is black and white
But in reality there is much more to contrast:
Success and failure,
Night and day,
Living and thriving.

Once living the dream, now living the nightmare.
That's reality's contrast
Once being confident, now being sceptical.
That's reality's contrast.

The only visible light and dark contrast in reality is whether you cry during the day where everyone can see you and your sufferings or during the night where no one can see the real you and what you have come to.

Darkness might be beautiful, but only when you see glimmers of light.
You'll go out into the city and describe the darkness as beautiful just because of the light you see within the darkness.

Darkness allows you to blend in
Your inner darkness escapes as you cry
As you express yourself to the surrounding emptiness
Eventually you become covered with your emitted darkness.

Cry during the day and the viewers will look, glance, stare

laugh

And they know what you're going through?

You get drenched in darkness by the actions of others and your own excretion.

Darkness can house beauty, but darkness is slowly taking over.

When everything has been said,
What is left to speak, but recurrance in my speach, over and over..
Alike a painting, drawn within a single colour which fades into darkness, as there is nothing left the sweet, majestic ink could cover.
What is the sense for me to write if the message stays the very same?
Verily, I have forgotten the answer for this question a long time ago.
Perhaps it is, but the sign that the message can be conveyed in many possibilities, ways and forms, such as stories what makes them uniqe.
So even if a painting looks all the same at some point or another,
It is still art, brought from the depths of thoughts, from within a heart
A painting is a world of it's own, but so is a poem, or a simple novel.
Because each contains the hopes and wishes, the effort and care of the person, who made it their passion to create a wonderful piece of art.
Return to the same old place, with the same old pace and you might find  joy in what you came to see yet again, before your tired eyes.
Alike an imaginated landscape drawn within your heart, the memories of a happier time might paint you a world in your head.

~ Umi

We spent hours upon no end talking
I have writing so many exquisite compositions in the name of our love
However until now you have yet hear those nectar like words from my very lips, in my very voice.

I have waited so long to feel your warmth
To have the impression of your lips placed upon mine
The silence the unbearable silence of not hearing your voice and not feeling your warm embrace in the bitter cold nights of separation
It is like the night sky without the Moon's light

Today I awoke and it felt like my soul had been crying for hours
I knew until we meet again that I would not be able to hold you my arms like I once did.
I hate myself for every teardrop I was helpless to stop; For every tear shed I shed two
The jewel that you are is not one that words can encompass. You are My Love, My Soulmate, My Heart and Soul.

I hope that the next time we meet that my presence, my touch , my kiss is more grand than this warm sensation
That it makes you melt, that it shows you how pure you are in my eyes, that it recreates the innocence destroyed by past lovers.
I have fallen under light of the celestial being that you are; one most luminous at my darkest moments
Our love is ever evolving, so am I and it may scare you, however you never tried to stop it even when faced with the possibility that I might outgrow you.

Truth is that you inspire me to grow to keep evolving; you are more than a lover you are my muse
My heart and soul guides me towards understanding, wisdom and the continuity of loyalty to myself along with my significant other , who is none other than you
Look at me like I'm the only man for your soul please don't search for my love in the eyes of others.
Allow my body to be home
Allow our love to be Now and Forever
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Stood out from chorus to lead,
You fell for the broken spotlight.
Sweet as a ballad was your attempt to ignite
A burnt out filament. A shattered bulb beyond repair.
Enamoured with the infinite possibilities,
You were blinded by the tenuous flame that
Could have.
Would have.
Should have.

Didn’t you see that the light was long gone?

Exposition in sonata
An allegro on tenterhooks
Your trembling bow on the violin strings
Played a duet for one.
An imperfect cadence

Your symphony; my impromptu
A would-be master piece diminished
You stared into the deafening silence
Where a baritone sang in the minor key.
I didn’t mean it.
The broken spotlight could only flicker for one
Ghost, leaving the stage in the dark
Scores unreadable

Don’t you see that I couldn’t play on broken strings?

An unsung finale echoes in my ears
As a last condolence to rehearsals wasted
Your keys painted a melancholy
I cannot bear to hear
Lost between the black and white, major and minor
Was a harmonised duet never played

Will you hear my Lacrimosa?