I can’t help
Of being scared
Of it all
Sometimes
The House
had soft
welcoming
coral colors
in the shaded sunlight
plants sheltered her
coffee in a scalloped cup
Cup of coffee
Cup of coffee
Didn’t want to
Talk
Anything
Nestled
In a far-away
Memory
The smell
Lingers
On rustling
Cloths
so confident
they gathered in bright clusters
that glinted in the sun
Captivated
Captivated
and afraid
of change
A smile
of sadness
Mixed with sympathy
Sand
Sand
in my eye
it's all
past now
Time
to be new again
Don't forget
Don't forget
your love
of palm trees
and fear of Snow
The clouds
The clouds
all pink and violet,
heartbreaking
Beautiful
perfume
and cloying
people have
people have
been used
Someday
Someday
the rains gonna
wash away
I believe it
New
New
Water
Crystal
Tulip
Lips open
Between
The wind
Soft
Curves
Of leaves rustle
a rose
turned
out to be
Thorns and all
The wicked wind
whispers at night
And the moon is low on its own
You have your demons
But I have some of my own
And the moon is low on its own
You have your demons
But I have some of my own
Don't spend
your time looking around
for something
that doesn’t want
to be found
Forget
Forget
about your worries
and your strife
Slumber under the tree
Slumber under the tree
Soul wondering
And winding
between the soil
and the branches
You can’t be good
all the time
you have to be good
when it’s time
Intertwined dreams
of the sun
Feverish
Feverish
I smell the earth
Thirsty
Between
my roots
You leave
them laughing
when you go
Leave them wanting
Leave them wanting
more don’t give yourself away
Love’s illusion
I recall
I really don’t know
I really don’t know
what love is at all
Something’s lost,
but something’s gained
Give and take
Give me a memory
Give and take
Give me a memory
I can use
It’s in your eyes
It’s in your eyes
no one knows me like you do
I’m sure
I’m sure
my eyes speak for me
A tale as old as time
Yellow roses
Yellow roses
musty books
Don’t wish it away
Don’t wish it away
too fast
I can honestly say
Thing’s can
I can honestly say
Thing’s can
only get better
We’ll run to a place in our hearts
Where we can hide
Rolling like thunder
We’ll run to a place in our hearts
Where we can hide
Rolling like thunder
My face
in your hands
You’re right
You’re right
about me
I need sweetness
Fairy tale love
I need sweetness
Fairy tale love
seems to be
on your mind
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
~Sarah Mahina Calvello~
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