~Next Candle~

it was warm

and crowded

the first real summer day

in a long time

a day

where you  

could feel the sun

in the lazy air

like a webby mist

around you

the flowers

fans of green

and jagged brown

secret velvet

and bouncing sunlight

colorful

and quiet

arcs of white hot

clouds rest awhile

I finally got to

sit at the mosaic table

blue

diamonds

fading into black

then start over again

like lonely painted waves

finding the shore

the iced  mocha

tastes like strong chocolate

velvet and feathery

on my tongue

like a forgotten memory

you have to smile about

a cream ceramic plate

lays beside it

the best biscotti I ever had

chocolate and nutty

and soft spice

I have to remember

that it’s my park

I have my whole life to walk trough it

even if I want so much

to run trough it

I’m not good

with open wounds

you always wanted me

to  be what I’m not

docile and beautiful

I’ve finally accepted it

nothing will change

a lot of fun times

at the park down there

but it’s not the meaning

of life

it’s the feeling of life

it’s a strange

and wonderful

dream

you can’t help but stop and watch

winding away

to the next candle

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~