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May 2010
See the misted windows tinted gray
From ashes of the fire
Enveloped by the blowing wind
Of all that I desire

Thorns of feelings passed away
***** the heart of me
As I look through the tinted glass
To see what I can see

I saw moonlit nights I walked alone
Beside the roaring sea
While looking for the world I knew
The place that I should be

The answers then I thought I found
As plain as plain could be
But looking through the tinted glass
I saw myself set free

With such joy and elation felt inside
I opened the window wide
No longer looking through tinted glass
I found who I was inside

My vision no longer tinted in gray
I could finally see
That the only place I need to be
Is where I can be me
Copyright @Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
Neva Flores Varga Smith
Written by
Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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