Dec 2019
arcing toward
a dark heaven
a futile ******
earth still
binds
me
but
not
my
♡
death by flying too
close to Mars
warrior that
he is
he sent his arrows
which lanced my
♡ with such
longing it
could not
be controlled
anymore
than a
bird
is
bound
by
the
air
and, so, the tears in
night's fabric
are sewn
by
☆
☆
☆
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/24/2019
a dark heaven
a futile ******
earth still
binds
me
but
not
my
♡
death by flying too
close to Mars
warrior that
he is
he sent his arrows
which lanced my
♡ with such
longing it
could not
be controlled
anymore
than a
bird
is
bound
by
the
air
and, so, the tears in
night's fabric
are sewn
by
☆
☆
☆
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/24/2019
Though i usually write in rhyme, I felt lead to write this piece. I wrote the title first & the rest sort of evolved.
