Do I...

It's been ages

I slipped

through the night

with my favourite

the moon

and the light

when the wind

stood still

and watched

me gaze

through 

the darkness

and the sight

and today,

wonders

the canvas

my pencil

the broken thoughts

and the moon too

do I still write

and smear

the charcoal

that made

my world

beautiful

yes I do 

and the thoughts 

flow

they still 

make

my world

glow...

~Shashank~