The Blonde Quill

And as the sun dips and sets

Into a fading purple sky

Welcoming the night

So do I let my woes nigh

I lay covered in a blanket

Of blinking stars

That hold my broken pieces

And my scars

Together

Looking up

To the light of the moon

I find hope again

Despite my gloom

Knowing all that comes

Must also go

And in the morning

I will rise

With the shining sun

And birds that cry

Clinging to a new beginning

That comes each and every time