by Marya Silva
The sky is gray
Kneel and pray
As ash darkens
The window sill.
Have you looked out
Across the sky
While it’s silent—
Not a shout
Nor a doubt;
About lies I once believed
Trees are stoic in these times.
But, Eucalyptus burns bright.
A Dark night,
Oh, so Divine—
I can’t wait til I see
The Sun shi…