The Immiscible

I am like the dark, gloomy night

And you, the brightest of daylight

In twilight of dusk and of dawn

Is where our worlds collide.

As one sets in and the other fades,

When the hour belongs to none,

We meet momentarily.

Twice, but never enough

For a few seconds you admire

From afar, the other end of the sky.

Before you could extend your arms,

Drifting along the clouds,

Desperately to reach me

I would have vanished away

Slowly into the engulfing sun rays

Without saying goodbye.

I am to you

The last days of winter,

And you the setting spring.

My dying leaves, marking my farewell

As they touch the parched earth

You take over.

Bestowing upon the branches

Blossoms of red, lilac, pink

And buds of sprouting green.

We are like the sea and the horizon.

Appears to those hopeful eyes,

A distant point of unison.

All but a beautiful illusion.

Like lightening and the thunder

One follows the other

Missing the moment

Yet by another couple of seconds,

Never to be together.

You and I are like the colors black and white.

Complementing your shiny light,

My empty darkness, you highlight.

Yet never dissolving together

Into a dull gray mixture.

You and I are like sand and waves.

Washing at your shores,

I keep coming back to you .

Until the strings of destiny pulls us part.

Separating and going back to our own ways

Just like oil and water,

Forming a temporary emulsion.

Realization sets in a terrible anguish.

Our lives are linked but not entangled.

We were meant to meet

And perhaps never unite.