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
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009
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