Pale moonlight
Shining in through
The clear glass pane
Of the windows
As in the silent night
The whispers of the wind
Echo through the lane
Reasons escape
Into the hallowed halls
Despair, malice, envy
Abandoned without thought
Into the precipice of night
I search the horizons
For the first glimpse of dawn
A dawn that arrives
With new hope for life
Awaiting new fortunes
My sadness, my joy
All reside here in this glass
As I can search for both
Desire one, find the other
Window to the world
Window to my heart
How very similar they are
Yet play a different part
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.