(not so much a poem but...I've never felt more poetic than I do now < 33 )
Dust or a Spark?
On a little dirt road I pedaled on my bike
wind caressing my skin and hair
loved the smell of the cool fresh air.
A desolate road I've always been on my own
solitude as my companion wherever I go.
The big, huge sky looking down upon me
the stars as my only source of light,
whispering, 'yeah, everything's gonna be alright.'
Darker, and darker, and darker it got,
slowly engulfed and more careless I got.
Became unsteady and for impact I braced,
fell off my bike and felt myself cave.
I didn't expect it, was so caught off guard,
felt something lurking and looming coming from the dark.
A voice I didn't recognize, something so new,
I was gazing into the abyss, and he was gazing back too.
Felt a soft caress on my cheek, and a large hand gripping my arm
"What's a little beam of light doing all the way out here in the dark?"
A light tone, a sort of sneer
but for some reason it made me buckle, felt no fear.
Off my knees he picked me up,
"That was quite the fall, sort of funny coming from the sun, huh?"
His puns were terrible and stupid and I'm sure he knew,
still they made me wheeze and my grin grew.
His long fingers wiped something from my cheek,
"A speck of dust?" I muttered
"or a Spark," he chimed.
And so there I stood, feeling small and meek,
but he picked me up, how stupid, how sweet.
A little glowing ember sparked from the ground,
he crouched and picked it up with his large hand and frowned,
"You shouldn't leave pieces of your heart lying around,"
I watched as he dusted pieces of dirt off and put it in his pocket.
"I'm keeping this for the next time we meet. A dust, or a spark.
I too am not sure, but I am curious to see if you felt that ember between us,
just like I could."
Frantic, wide-eyed and confused,
I tugged on his sleeve,
"How long have you been here? Tell me please?!
Have you always been here? Please, forgive me."
A reassuring touch, and a kiss to my forehead that lingered for a while,
"Sunshine...I could practically spot you for miles,
For you were so blinded by a lover from the past,
I'm only happy you can see me at last."
A squeezing in my chest, but this one didn't sting,
it was new, it was liberating.
And his final words kept echoing in my ribcage,
"Till we meet again, My Guiding Light,"
Wasn't sure if it was his whistling or the wind
singing a song,
but I started humming the same one.
Back on my bike, I pedaled so hard
feeling my eyes reflecting the stars.
Free and wild, this abyss has welcomed me,
I no longer feel the past chasing me.
With a crooked smile,
and tinted cheeks,
and a little ember pulling my heartstrings.
I whispered to the stars,
"yeah, everything's gonna be alright."
I'm humming.
I'm humming.
I'm humming like a schoolgirl in love.
I'm humming.
I'm humming.
I'm humming from a new love.