The Poet

The silhouette of her soul glistened
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.

She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.

She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.