~Tomorrow~

time for bed
the moon
will be
back tomorrow

your hands
are as
warm as
your smile
even though
they are
merely hands

trembling, your
heart, I
think I
learned my lesson
what's that?

what has
the student learned
under the
shade canopy
of reaching oaks?

each leaf
an explosion
of lines that
want more light
always wanting

wide eyes
you think
this is
called a forest

the sound
of your
laughter is
like music
it gladdens
my heart

the mouth
might speak
but the
eyes see
the truth

sweet almond tea
in the
fading light
always reaching
following the sun
making me
feel wanted

~Sarah Mahina Calvello