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”
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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