Poems from Maria Sealy
Smoke
A flicking flame–the darkness flees,
A candle’s light never steadies.
Unending dance, no fear of death,
Until the fatal gust of...
Weaving Slumber
The thin fibers that filament a thought
In waking: humming, thrumming, taut–
When darkness gathers, silver’y strands...
Weaving Slumber
The thin fibers that filament a thought
In waking: humming, thrumming, taut–
When darkness gathers, silver’y strands...