Midnight letters: her moon and his stars

Her pain and upset,
Has struck up a present magic from her past.
Her pen now a wand,
And her mind the spells it casts.

Twinkling lights,
brighten up the night.
An attempt to make her chaotic storm better,
the beautiful tears that fall,
making the envelope wetter.
She has sealed yet another one of her,
Midnight letters.

She's loved and she's lost
Paid the price but at what cost?
But now the thoughts that she traces
Into creative art,
Are ones only seen by
Her moon and his stars.

- it may be the blurb, but boy is it a beautiful beginning for us.