As it comes, it goes.

Cloudy water,

Enlightening with gold twinkles

the dark forest

of the warm night.

The Insecurity of a soul,

the security of another,

they reject each other.

Both would fuse together

If one of them knew about

The insecurity it entails;

Two souls fusing together,

Without thinking about the risk of the ephemeral.

There is no eternity,

There is no security,

Since

Nothing is eternal and,

Consequently,

Nothing is secure.