City in
The sky
Passing seasons
Tiny lights blur
Faster than my mid
Melt into
Empty bottles
Of wine
Candles and colors
Melt into one
Passionate stroke
Deeper than
oceans of waters
watching on
My windows
Steady fragile stains
Leaving their footprints
On my eyes
Simmer down
And turn back around
An angel
In painted glass
Come back to me
I don’t know
If you feel the same
As I do
I hope this feeling
flows both ways
I’ll keep
My eye
On this blue glass sky
My personal mosaic
To write on
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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