Barefoot Dreams Poem by Mari Martin

Shadowed are my footprints
through silent hallways
lined with unfired lamps
dampened by mornings dew.
I walk in your gentleness
soft like petals touch
to the coolness of stone
pressing against my feet.
Silken mists of rememberance
cling to my body.

Is my sigh the wind?
Or is the wind your sigh?
Indistinguishable breaths
rise and fall upon my breast.
My heart is thunder
rolling through clouds
heavy with tears,
rain upon passions fire
long since turned to ashes
in the pit of farewells.

Distant moonlight
begs the sun to rise
if but once to meet
as Love's first sweet kiss.
Into veils of springs wildness
did we run as children.
Soaring kites with no string.
Ribbons of color our dance.
Reckless abandon our playmate.

Now, I wander each night
through these hallways
seeking the illusive steps of hope
that will take my feet
one moment closer
to your return.