I look at the lake flat as any mirror,
Watching the stillness of the water,
The light streaming through the sky
Casting my reflection on the surface,
I throw a stone into the water
Making the water ripple
Along with it my reflection appears to distort
Making me think that that's how the life is never "clear",
Pieces of rock always appear in our life distorting,
And obscuring us from getting a clear picture of our life
It is upto us how much we are going to let it hinder us.

the rocks were cool and rough
under the dark sky last night.
into the vacuum we looked up;
the stars were somehow both dim and bright.
they laid twinkling on their black bed,
as a people, the moon was their king.
he had shown down like a spotlight to the sparkling water,
his reflection danced on the dark stage.
the audience chirped,
and we sat talking by the shoreline,
and all the city lights and noises disappeared
in the beauty of the night.

Sedimentary, igneous, metamorphic
I know a lot about rocks
The cycle
We are like rocks
The cycle
what will we become next

Good, neutral, evil
I know a lot about people
The cycle
We are like people
The cycle
What will we become next

Silicate, emotionless sedimentary,
Darling, it is cold, doesn't care wheter it breaks or if it is swept away in a stream, cut into small pieces by the sharp rush of flowing water,
While it may hold no emotions, it can be the bringer of hope, bliss, happiness, sadness but also spite and envy, or a simple fulfilment,
Look at the wedding-rings, their stones on top to embellish beauty such as the insurance to be with the other through thick and thin,
Some diamonds are rough, but they are stronger than stones, if that is enough, harder and almost unbreakable, sorted in line moliculary,
When the kiss of death puts us to rest, a tombstone is the sad, cruel remembrence of a former life, sprouting blossoming and blooming, before returning to the soil it once had found its origin, its beginning,
I will try to be your wishing one, your shooting star, racing through the glory of the starlit nightsky to catch a moment of your passion,
Burning up within the atmosphere of your warm embrace, dearest.
Drawn by your gravitational impact on me, I will be your comet, returning to you each day without burning away as rapid as a meteor.
Darling, alike a blazing Sun you make me melt.

~ Umi