~Nostalgia~

“We are all prisoners here of our own device”-Hotel California

all the paths

that lead to you are winding

and chaotic

misty

nostalgia

maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me
but then again,

probably not

you can’t stand to stand near me

when my face is a little dirty

the strange

birds

make gurgling noises

against the

fading grass

night  after

night

I watch

the rolling clouds

misty arcs

of blue cold

keep fading

into forever

fate

weaves

itself

into

itself

seams

on top

of seams

we all have scars

some of us

wear them

with pride

keep on
even though

the road

took an unexpected turn

you said don't think about the consequences

but baby eventually we have to

join me for the now for the ebb

and flow

I don't know quite where to go

but right now that's in my dreams

something new

is always

set in motion

the mortal coil

unfurls

in the

blue

sighing

silence

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~