Glimmer of hope

The faint hue of red splatters over the sky,

as the sun says its silent goodbye,

and keeps its promise to meet the night,

somewhere between the serene twilight,

and I catch this glimmer of hope,

in your eyes

copyright neha 2015

Blue Skies

You flew

without sound

with the wisp of the cloud

in the crisp morning air

against the blue skies

forgetting all the whys

of yesterday.

poem copyright neha 2015 and free google image