Her Arms Are Open

Her arms are open Across the vast expanse Heat patterns rise from flat rock Simmering sensations to fool the mind Blurring even the recognizable Into a mirage of nothingness “Dust coated winds that do not exist” Blinding hypnotic colors play Weaving patterns of self doubt Alone in a misconception of belief Solitude of unwanted fear Emptiness worn on a sleeve “Kaleidoscopic nightmares so very pretty” Let down, shoved aside, forgotten Discarded emotions piled in a heap Broken sidewalks of those I thought I knew French braided friends - or so I believed Abandoned on my own crumbling foundation “Why did I ever believe?” When I see a tiny speck, (perhaps something in my eye) Canceling the horizon’s verticality Moving beyond invisible footprints Solidifying a view - a smile, waving As if a drunken crow has tipped over “Thoughts turn to memories of words once spoken” Reoccurring images race forward Sentences of comfort find their way Down the path to my heart Realizing I now understand What she meant - that day, this day “I run to meet her halfway - her arms are open”