Peter. The Keeper of Keys.

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Salute.

Some may call me a charlatan

A new reborn follower of a King 

From somewhere totally

Glorious

It's so Cosmopolitan

A seducer of fragile minds

Who might choose to hold me upright

 

As I baptised another poor sinner 

And try to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence  

But my message is simply this

Try to live for happiness and a loving muse

Paint touching emotional pictures through stories

Photographs

Music or poetry 

Using them as your own golden lyre

And then lay them gently in green fields and upon velvety avenues

So those who want to read them 

Can never ever be refused

Try not to lament old age 

As it tries to freeze your spiritually youthful body 

in those dark moments of living

For it's forever deemed to be so beautiful and lithe

With a profound strength 

To swim through tributaries 

of anxiety which may seem so unforgiving

From all that red pain to eventually finding 

newer beginnings

Your heart may seem heavy 

and you might lose hope and feel all emotions

Linked to losing happiness or love 

But look me in these eyes

Watching you

 

Within these words 

and be lifted up in Dawn’s 

rose-flushed arms 

To truly live

Then look into life’s deep silvery mirrors

and always remember

You have so much more 

To still give

So just know when that grieving whistle blows

When that hope of love
seems to disappear at night

 

When the darkness appears

 I’ll be always here
To hold you

Some may call me a charlatan

A new reborn follower of a King 

From somewhere totally

Glorious

It's so Cosmopolitan

A seducer of fragile minds

Who might choose to hold me upright

 

As I baptised another poor sinner 

And try to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence

But my message is simply this

Will you let these words breathe through you

And calm the storm inside

As I try to keep your fire alight

Throughout all these upcoming dark nights

For I hold all the keys 

To the Kingdom and one day 

I hope and pray

 I'll let you in 

When your astral eyes open and

Me 

You'll see

 

Copyright John Duffy