~Clock~

today I found
a clock
bruised and broken
but beautiful

roman numerals
cogs and wheels
something inside
left to find

not pretending
not hiding
it is
what it is
on the sidewalk
alone and beckoning

it was
an act of
romanticized serendipity
sometimes I
think if
I believe it
it will be real

not another
lost star
rhyming, chiming
in their timing
if nothing else,
I know how
I felt

your smile
is a  yellow daisy
open and falling
I like
to see you
smile and
then you
won't feel alone

stay don't
surrender through
the flame
my glass
heart refuses
to stay in tatters

while the
stars are
raining in
the silken sky
let it go
find a
way back
to inspiration

I wanted to
go up and swing
higher I
think we
can get
you halfway
around

the meta;
that turns
are just
passing moments

~Sarah Mahina Calvello