Come out please …

silver mirror
in my black ceiling,
why are you blank?
each time I saw,
my soul in you,
when my heart sank.

in your full smile,
I found a hope,
I battled my fear;
tonight I need,
that guiding light,
please come, dear.

cast away the veil,
of satin clouds
come hold my hand;
for all my sorrow,
I know you know,
and you understand.

Shared with Poetic Asides (Day 2, Full Moon).

(’12, Nov 02)

Vinay Leo R.

Poetry & writing 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.