Prism (Unfinished)
Darkness cloaked her hardened heart, the unease
affecting her every reaction--
'Til he etched the moon, she could not appease
the seclusion of her own abstraction.
He paints the sky, lights stars with expertise,
brightens crevices with his diffractions;
Demons no longer fall upon deaf ears
and loneliness has vanished from her fears.