Ceilings suspended above, upward is my gaze
Searching for your breath, to know you are with me, are you ever there?
Only an empty space where your voice should exist, why can’t I ever hear you?
And I wonder if you are waiting and watching, hoping for me to speak first
Marooned melodies, isolated from truth’s ear
A leap of faith in search of a ledge, wanting the urge to fly
Side doors doubling as escape routes, slipping away unnoticed, dare I go
Followed unseen with each footstep, I hear them close behind
The melody of mango trees
Capture the fleeting beauty
Panoramic summer scents
Ripen and fall off the tree
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Daisies rage every time you go away
The noise of urban petals falling
A patchwork of ordinary strands
One pull and it may all fall apart
Transitions through pictures
Images thrown on brick walls at dusk
So close, without seeing
In search of outlines of your presence
Before the fade, will I find you
Or find myself standing in the essence you left behind
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What sound does a feeling make
The sigh of umbrellas parachuting from above
Dust ups humming in circular motions
A cold splash of an anchor searching for the ocean floor in winter
The moment of wonder experiencing snow for the very first time
Stepping outside, the anticipation of rain soaking into your skin
The feeling of being infinite
The world shifts
Sometimes not I with it
Clockwise blurs blow whirlwinds
Standing firm, I wait for the calm
And count leaves in rotation
Tunnels, cocoons, narrow alleyways
Each take their turn
A flip book of pictures caught in a loop
As time watches for the perfect moment to step in
Pause
The world shifts yet again
And I wonder if this time I will shift with it
Muted sounds beneath the sea
Lying on slumbered currents, looking up
The shimmer of the sun radiates above the surface, watching
Peace’s suspension cradles me in an embrace
Slow motion’s warmth touches my skin in affirmation
And I wonder how long I can hold my breath to make this moment last
Rounded corners bind unexpected ties
Narrow pathways leave little room to pass
Sudden encounters suspend thought then motion
Standstill’s silence hangs in the air
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Racing thoughts nudge unspoken words
Glances met, uncertainty exchanged
Chance and fate barter for this moment
Unclear who won the tug of war
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Corners rounded, anticipation chants
Encounter’s scent remains at my side
Past’s mirage reflected in the mirror
No escape, nowhere to hide
Window sills, quietly sitting
Peering over skylines, concrete below
Raindrops streaming down glass, blurring lines of sight
Bird’s eye views ripening on vines, taunt strings not wanting to let go
At first glance
I am where I’m suppose to be
Yet inside my soul is decanting
Some drops lost in the process
Foundations of sand become tiresome
How do I stand
I’ve stayed when I know I should have left
Falling slowly, hurting, lost
Mat Aru Poetry 