Her Blithe Spirit Poem by Samantha Eagleson

Her smile lights a thousand candles, her eyes shelter a million lonely souls. The stars themselves seek comfort in the silky waves of her hair, her blithe spirit wanders where no shadow dares.

In her palms a bud of innocence may lie, to blossom into maturity and never left to die.

She'll be here forever whispered the little bluebeard who lived now and then in my brain, singing me to sleep as he repeated my name. I told myself in the long run everything would be just fine. Trouble was, I had an old black crow roosting in my brain as well. His black eyes in the darkness would glisten and shine as he croaked of a blithe spirit would fade in time...