Maria Celli Art


My Poetry


All day was spent looking at the trees

I wanted to talk to you

Your voice was hidden behind the gentle breeze

I wont ever be able to take back what I said

But still look for our carvings

A rough and rugged stump lies there instead


Once more

I can’t help but count

The sunrises until

your heart beats

next to mine

once more.

Then I know that

I will be yours

For sure.

These signs

Are everywhere

So hard to ignore.

You have a face

So beautiful and soft that

I adore.