Finger Paint and Prose

She put down her pen

and released herself

to the world, renewed.

Purpose became her passion

finger paint and prose,

the poet taught them miracles.

The finest ever known.

silent is the night

Happiness &

Sadness

bleed

into one

single

droplet, which

slowly

falls

from cheek

to chin, while

the sun sets

and small houses

glow

I’m reminded

it’s not over

yet —

silent is the night —

it’s still

so

far

from

the beginning.