She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face
She came home running
She came down creeping
here to the black arms waiting
now to the warm heart waiting
rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face
Maya again gives the darkness a personification saying it has arms like an actual creature. She tried to be silent in her escape while running away from home. 

The Mothering Blackness