Burnt edges bring no sorrow
Charred pages lie in wait, in calm
Holding on without rush, nor hurry
No reason to flake and fall
Breezes stir embers, it can’t be helped
More comfort found in stillness than in ardor
But this is how it goes
In life, in love
For love of life
This is how it goes
Casted lines dance in mid air
Hindsight crosses it’s path, causing it to pause
Reflection’s arms raise high to the sky, waiting for the decent
Pool rings radiate on contact, releasing voices searching for home
Come see for yourself
Where casted shadows on blank walls
Find themselves amidst rusted silhouettes
Tiptoeing along fields of painted brushstrokes
Jumping from void to void, footprints overlapping what was
Redefining yesterday’s recollection
Erasing familiar feelings stirred by patinaed voices
Understanding that moments can exist after currents find outlets that flow to open seas
Walk the path
There and back
Prayers tucked away in chest pockets
As sighs surround dawn lights that peek behind morning clouds
Knocks on doors travel past sign posts pointing west
And I should hear footsteps, but they are nowhere to be found
Yet I find solace in the silence of two branches, bound together by beads by the roadside, I kneel
A pile of fallen leaves warm inscribed names hidden beneath
I leave it there in its open hands before sunrise, I rise
And I walk the path
There and back
Circles run in opposite directions
Grains roll slowly between, following before they fall
A pinch turns empty, motion and inertia stop, waiting – listening
The space between the first turn and your voice draws closer, gaps begin to close
Hope falls lightly from above
Mat Aru Poetry 