~Seabirds~

bricks

made from years

of tears

echo’s

that slide

off

the shadows

corners

needles

made of

gold

that cut

the cold

I can’t

forget the

way you

looked at me

my favorite part

was the painted

sea birds

weaving

in and out

of the white cloth

pale sun

glinting

through it

this is what

it must be like

to feel

comfort

oceans re conforming
to pave the way
when the moon

brings

the silver

back down

through the calm

black branches

the end

Is always

the beginning

time devours

memories

when all

is said and done

count the

cost

I’m getting nowhere

but I’m trying

no matter

how much

your heart is

aching

there is beauty

in the breaking

get ready

to matter

when you jump

I hope you don’t feel

the fall

I guess

my feet know

where i want

to go

falling

with the

wind

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~