In whispers soft, my pen takes flight,
To realms unseen, bathed in ethereal light.
Letters to heaven, where loved ones reside,
I pour my heart, the pain I confide.
Oh, distant stars, please bear my words,
As I pen my sorrows, like singing birds.
Each stroke of ink, a tender embrace,
A solace sought, in this sacred space.
I write to those who’ve slipped away,
To realms beyond, where spirits sway.
With paper as my conduit, I release my plea,
Hoping my words will set my soul free.
Through the veil, where mortal eyes fail,
My pen becomes the vessel, the holy grail.
With trembling hand and tear-stained page,
I write to heal, to assuage.
Letters to heaven, like whispered prayers,
Seeking solace in divine airs.
The ink becomes the bridge, the celestial link,
Connecting my heart to stars that wink.
I share my dreams, my hopes, my fears,
In these letters that transcend the years.
I seek their guidance, their gentle reply,
As I send my love, reaching for the sky.
In moments still, when the night is deep,
I find solace, as I drift and weep.
For in the act of writing, a sacred art,
I find solace, a balm for my broken heart.
So let the words soar, like angel’s wings,
To the heavens above, where eternity sings.
Letters to heaven, expressions of devotion,
Whispered to stars, with heartfelt emotion.
In the realm where spirits dwell,
May these letters find their tale to tell.
And though they may never receive reply,
My heart finds solace, as they reach the sky.
Letters to heaven, an offering of love,
A connection forged, guided from above.
With pen in hand, and faith as my guide,
I’ll keep writing, till the day we reunite.
©Magicfinger
@yourpenship
