~Time~

time is
too slow
for those
who wait
trying to
grasp the
veins of
light

lighting up
the corners
of the
aproaching day
what does
alone really
mean sipping
my coffee
in the
shadows always
seeming to
be waiting
for the
light

the noise
in the
quiet cold
burnt leaves
and heather

time to
trust in
hushed magic
of new
beginnings the
rustling of
pages
newspaper dreams
pulls and
gravitates change

~Sarah Mahina Calvello