Unspoken Poetries

a place located in the east where pink sakura blooms in April. a small island but vast country which I aimed for your presence. under those blushed leaves which flew over the calm breeze of the month, soothing for sight, longing for your touch. you smell like dawn where the glimpse of the light rose for that the shadow left without considering it's beauty than morn. a calm cold round reflection can be seen through the dark, which the gods placed it in the sky shines like fireflies. all I wish is to see you up here, hurdling your hair with my lips, kissing you softly  and eventually falling deeper I will give my all like vows inside that place where I will walk down that aisle holding flowers with tears of joy overflowing as I went up ahead, the past is no longer lingering ahead of us is the future waiting where we will end up wanting for more if you could see white, nor any colour suits you, and be worn till, "I do". you are an art. all I have to do is speak from heart where that time you should stand you'll no longer feel alone, for all I can say, " isn't the moon lovely?" — Umbra & Ave