From Maryam

Fireflies light up the sky like a meteor 
shower right before dawn. The wind 

brings a type of magic that only arrives
whenever she is around. The lady of 

the night flower garden blooms
perfuming her arrival.A marrying
silhouette of day's light and night's
sensual essence hummed a rhythmic 
tune as her hand lightly touches

the dewy ends of my hair. With a single
vibration she affirms: "Woman, wake up!
Clear your dusty blue Vishuddha,
it does not match well with your smile."