nocturnalchilde

Sister of the Night
Written by Magan Edinger

She came into my life
as quickly as she left
as if she were an apparition
or a creature of the night.
Giving me a glimpse into our soul,
just enough to entice me
before she became one
with the shadows of the night.
As I Looked at her paintings,
I realized she painted what
was in my soul, in our soul.
She expresses by brush and paint,
what I expressed by pen and ink.
So similar were we,
my lost soul mate, my sister,
my sister of the night...
so similar that it was
comforting, yet scary.
It was as if I was
staring into a mirror,
straight into my very soul.
Knowing she was out there,
yet not knowing where,
was as if I was
missing part of myself.
Finding one another made me whole.
Once again she is gone and
my empty soul cries for her.
The feeling of completeness has
vanished into the shadows,
just like my sister of the night.
This is dedicated to
my sister of the night.
I know you are out there
somewhere hiding in the shadows,
I just pray that you are safe
and that our paths cross once again.