Dust storms and dried tulips
Footprints disappear in my wake, a never ending walk
Petals fall to the ground, there they lay
Searching for shade among shadows, they scurry away
I’m left exposed, the sun’s spotlight follows my every step
Wishing for a gust of wind to blow me away
Hues of blue
Brushstrokes, tails streak then gently fade
Open air, slowly drying to the sound of her voice
Eyes closed, memorizing the exact moment when I knew
Truth’s colors blending in time
Held close, not to be shared with the world
Running starts
Leaping over gaps made by the sun
Hanging on to the wind
Free falling for a moment
Forgotten memories reaching out, breaking my fall
My eyes wide open, for once
I tell myself it’s going to be okay
This time actually believing it
Panoramic views only steps away, yet the thickness of forests envelops me
Unable to see beyond the trees, shaded by long shadows, strong grips hold me in place
Light’s existence a drum beat away, gentle rumbles seeking my ear’s fingertips, wooing me to step forward and be seen
Moving forward a moment at a time, I cannot stay here, standstills are no way to live
Courage inside fear, strength regardless of tomorrows, it’s time
A leap of faith, grabs my hand, soothes my mind, leading me forward, no longer alone
Mat Aru Poetry 