~Lace~

It was the kind of night

where the trees

looked like black lace amidst the quiet

In between gray lavender

with a hug of blue

Put on

Another

Pot of tea

It’s the answer

To any problem

Were all passing our time, tap-dancing,

to tell the truth
Maybe if I dance fast enough
I won’t remember what I lost

Sad and ashamed

so ready for my happy ending
Weary of living here with your lies
Talking but

not saying much

Just a little green
The color when Spring is born
Some rules are bent
These are broken

The time for poetry

is for the young
Some rules are bent

You're fragile

Were all just

mere mortals

things of sky and air

But the bells already

have been rung

and it cannot be unrung

out in the dark

among the stars

You’re eyes are silver a haunting memory
Of something that was good
Breath
Mingles and hangs in the air


Sarah Mahina Calvello~