Maria Arana

A Place for Me

This is a nice place to be
To roam above the sand
Talk to moving crystals
Enjoy the mud

This is the place where others come for
To lean on the dune
And cry for the waters
This is a nice place
A place to catch me
To tumble over foamy coasts
And lie with shells on the sand.


Stolen Love

To claim one’s love is to take its soul
Return it now
The pain is great
Claim another and my heart will weep

{Poetry by Maria Arana}