~Sunrises~

golden soft skin
gentle eyes
shimmer like
Monet's water lillys
standing in
the doorway
rose leaves
this is
more then
just physical love

smokey apple
tarts up
the air
trails of
burnt sweetness
me me
open the
window wider

some kind
of light
in the darkness
smiling troubadours
trilling guitars

I am
tired of
only sunsets
I'm looking
up for
sunrises now
never running
out of moonlight

traveling sleepless
roads now
that angels
will show
up on

having conversations
with nothing
but your eyes
I'm a
mess right now

you said
you had
a dream
where I
sung like
a nightingale

and that
made it
better
more bearable
and I
will never
stop watching
as you leave

~Sarah Mahina Calvello