Mayda De Valle – The Gift

Takes my breath away everytime I hear this. It’s like she spoke for an entire race of poets when she wrote this. And what can we do when called but stand up?


Sleeping on a dream
Half eaten by the sky
No room to remember
the taste of starlight revenge

How angry was the moon
to sacrifice his day
How tortured is the sun
to forego the idea of dreams

Jealous are they both
that I hang among them now
Settled in a twilight
That shines despite their envy.