A Glass Full of Life ..

A night that sparkled with stars,
A rooftop that gossiped with the wind,
A glass full to the brim with life,
and the love and laughter of a friend.

I hang on to those days,
When I had not, a care in life.
The glass of life was all that mattered,
The wind in my ears didn't feel like a knife.

I still return to those moments at times,
I hang on to the rails and wonder.
Times like these I can feel them again.
The friends, the laughter and the thunder.

The times when it rained,
the heavens showered their love.
The times when I ran for life, and danced,
in the rain, in the love from above.

The times when I walked,
down the road, in the moonlight.
To comfort the friend, to convey my love.
to tell them to hang on, to hold on tight.

I wonder, if those days are gone,
or if I have just grown up.
I look around and see the waves,
the sparkling smiles, the clinking cups.

The moments are still here,
all I have to do is gaze around.
To wait for the nights to sprinkle their stars,
To hold on to the glass and paint the town.

~Neha