she casts her pencil like a wand as magic soaks into the page her flannel cascades around her work, shielding it from curious eyes she tilts her head to listen to the lecture, but her heart is elsewhere running through castles and stumbling through candle lit streets colors tangle to mirror the expanse of her dreams she shares her soul with every meticulous stroke each face blessed by her style but never the same when she designs she never aims for perfection for she knows perfect is just a fancy way of saying flawed she erases and redraws as if her art could never satisfy her desires it can always be better but it is never good enough if only she knew I meant it when I told her I loved her drawing her art speaks to me like Mona Lisa never could

i just wanted you to know
that I've been reading your poems
your stories
your heart
and I too
bleed for these words
like you
and I hope
you read mine too
when your heart
seek for words

Day and night always fight twice
Sunset and daylight is gone
The sun oversees
And then moves òn
It's always darkest
Before the dawn

There is Darkness wielding her sword
Sunlight's cut down
without a word
She is soaked with her own blood
Yet no sounds heard

The pounding of the warfare
And the shuffle
We love the colors
Gray and purple
But we don't see
The sword fight scuffle

Nighttime throws her sparkling net
To capture earth until Darkness sets
Daylight pulls off
the stars she could get
They clashed with  
all the light beams met

The stars and sunlight are at war
They will be forevermore.


SoulSurviver
Catherine Jarvis