Paperweight Poetry

At first sight she could tell he would be the fire that would burn to keep her warm all throughout the night And at first sight he knew that in the morning she would make him a world out of a crack of sunlight. -anna sluder 

I will have made it each day, when the sun kisses the treetops, And when I have wandered amongst foreign city mornings before they open the shops,  I will have made it each day when another's bitter drips into an embrace, And when my father loops back my veil of ivory wedding lace, I will have made it when I have stayed and when I've roamed, And forever will I have made it, when the stars call me back home.  -anna sluder

The skies will pitch molten black and stars will tumble from galaxies and we will love deeper still.  -anna sluder

Crows circle and we look for smoke As on the ash of air we begin to choke And as we signal for help and time transpires We slowly begin to realize we are the ones on fire.  -anna sluder