I Started Looking At Her Through My Poems...
Where was the time to think
Tears were slated to flow for the night
I thought I won't be able to
repair the 'longing'
No key could open the door to
the darkened rooms of my inner space
Ah, you think one could enter
through the windows
No, a strong mesh of illusions
never let anyone even consider the option
Driven to embrace
a less than intersting life
I suddenly found a ray of hope
and I became a poet
that's when I started looking at her
through my poems
and lo! Life suddently found meaning
and became exceedingly lively
Darkened rooms too slowly started
getting illuminated one by one...
and I see the light all around me
Yes, today is beautiful
And tomorrow will be a lot better...