She uses her pencil to awaken souls

Revealing the holes in our punctured world

Leaving plain thoughts to marvel

Giving the thunder sound and smell

Sunshine drips through her black curtains

And from that wide window, she sees life

Than she pulls the dark blinds in

Scrawling away, scripting the day

With her pencil there are stories

She draws you bitter pain, vivid glory

Enchanting thoughts flush through her mind

Onto her sheet, running off the lines

Those eyes, so illegible

Words, so apparent

Pureness, the chaste truth

No misgivings, spotless feeling

I’ve seen her splendid light endless showers

Wonder shadows what she’ll form next

Outrageous and disastrous storms

Impulsiveness, gifted, hands on tact