a white
star fires
falling in
suspended motion
giving itself
to dark
trees and
cold empty
frozen in
your place
don't let
the moment
slip away
your looking for
answers but
they're not
looking for
you
it doesn't
make narrative
sense flickering
past edges
of distant
memory deja-vu
it's only
pieces of
the night
that give
you comfort
you can touch
suspended cold
slow trance
airy water
drops forever
no matter
how distant
it's alive
a trembling
frequency
somewhere out
there out
of sight
words that
would melt
your heart
hanging like
a wall of
stars
you are
my statilite
that's when
you can
hold me
come back
to my outstretched
arm's
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
~A blog of poetry mixed in with my poetic ramblings~
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