Curious rays of light
Peek in through the window,
Where soft grey curtains hang,
Partially open; though
With their gentle fingers
They lift the long folds back,
Inquisitive, cautious,
To offer bright to black.
But lo! A sleeping face
In the brilliance stirs.
Blue eyes flutter open;
The moonlight's gaze meets hers.
Enchanted by those eyes,
The rays pause silently,
But soon their contact breaks
And to outside they flee.
With this the room returns
To darkness in the night.
Gone, swiftly as it came,
This meeting with moonlight.
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Reflections of an Idle Mind
DiversosI'm finding I like to write a little before I go to sleep, and I figured I'd do it on here as much as I'd do it on my notes. Each part is seperate, and could be an idea for a story, something I just felt like writing, or a poetic blurt of feelings...
