MariaEmmaGalba

“Meet me inside the silence of a note.

I’ll be rising waters into the sun,

and making clouds like a mad fire.

Meet me where the foam kisses the sand.

I’ll grow more hands to draw forest

and rainbows.

Meet me where the cheek meets the pillow.

I’ll be growing feathers to make new

costumes for the celebration.

Meet me where sounds meet their echo.

I’ll sing the stangest poems and you’ll

know they are all for you.”

Maria Emma Galba