NOT YET

There is a beauty in pain.

Unseen story in suffering. 

Unheard voice in yearning.

I wish I could have shown it to you .

I wish I could have told it to you.

But I'm afraid to lose you.

I wish I could have given you the colours of life.

But I'm longing for darkness. 

Can't I still reach out to you ?

Is it not over yet? 

Yet......