Mirror Night’s Scent

Mirror Night’s Scent

Written: © Maxima

Formed between heaven and earth
Love’s wreath, and a
Creaking old gold casket
Yellow on the inside, is
This father and
Wedding stored.
My mother whispered,
“Just like taking a nap.
For, who are you?
You are me
In these stories here.
Yellow moon,
Mother in my dreams
Mmm,
The sound of her voice
Spirals
Around my neck,
“For him,
I would give everything!”