like wine
through water
you altered
the color of my mind
from its
frozen northern
crystalline drift
simple and true
arctic foxes
erase the snows
footprints
like a dream
that’s always set
just a little too late
a stain of time
stretches the days
like a lazy cat does
wake up
and recount them
but if I told you
there would be a certain look
on your face
and I know
what that look means
the pleasure
of recognition
sacrifice
turns into
sea foam
shaping
the shapeless
into form
the beauty of a moment
is that it’s fleeting
~Sarah Mahina Calvello~