Heart of Sparks (Laura Pizzini)

She sat next to me and the air seemed to dance around her, we traded words, conversations passing into the night while the moon was cradled by the clouds and that was when an ember landed on my heart, burning away the cobwebs that muttled my creativeness. My pen sat stagnant for years, now it’s melted to my hand, laying verse and poem on anything that will hold ink. So for this mystifying sprite, that has taken the last step, my fingers will bleed before I stop scribing. In my art I will spread her soul throughout the Earth, whether dark or light I will scatter her sparks with each line, igniting inspiration in hearts and comforting with the gentleness that flowed from her fingertips. Her spirit glides above as our hearts wilt and the flowers bend their heads and cry. Trees comfort one another with the rustling of their branches and the wind touches every back and cheek with grief. The sun lays its warm hand on the shoulders of the Earth and our tears nourish the soil where they fall, as we remember her crooked smile. Light giving soul Always there to help you through the dark Unusually compassionate to the unworthy Resting in a tree enclosed meadow An enchantment that enspelled us all Laura Pizzini was taken from us 10/16/09 she will be missed