WIZARDRY

A torn canvas 
where my heart 
was supposed to be 
Beating soundlessly 
A cherished blessing 
heavens gave to me 
That I bleed love 
On every hand that alights

to touch my ragged cavity

As I peer enchantedly

through the ever widening hole 
I see countless stars 
shining brightly 
against my darkened soul 
Lighting up the nights 
like a million fireflies 

My melancholy moments merge
to create a magical world!

MS