The Shadow Walker Speaks

 

My name is irrelevant as I only speak of something

I once had

But lost as I passed over

 

 

So speaking just between us and no one else

 

Do you like

Subtle questions for an inquisitive mind

 

Just try using the power of your profound imagination

To answer my questions as I begin 

So your icy river of curiosity can melt

Can finding any form of love define you on so many levels 

Beyond rhyme or reason

 

And does your mind wander because of this

Like a seasoned traveller

Throughout the ever-changing seasons of the rising sun

 

Dwelling on epic adventures previously run

Alone or with great people 

Or just trying to understand life and all its subtle meanings

 

Are you

My visitors and viewers 

Just relatively speaking

 

All but travellers trying to rebel

Against a mundane life

 

Like it's high treason

 

Trying to become light-bearers for others

I can only pray and hope

Through sharing some love and light

Kindness but more importantly 

Attention to help them cope

And are we the unknown poets

Even from in here 

The Great In-Between

Simply members

From some long-forgotten legions

Appearing at night

 

To with guile create mysterious worlds for you all to step in

The blessed few who in the twenty-first century 

Still likes real talking and society watching

 

From every region

 

As our stories or poetry parades symbolically

Throughout all seasons

 

Creating a liturgy of words

A symphony

For beautiful people like you to enjoy listening to

Or just reading

 

For are you blessed and anointed to be the addicted

And are we your much-needed dependency

For humans are all programmed on a deeper level to just be addicted to something

To take the silent pain of living on the edge away

With its cleansing rainbows 

 

In this fast-moving life

 

Where the true secret is to pick wisely if you really need to know

For most choices will only hurt you more

And cause more unwelcome pain

Wherever you go

Which surely will cut deeper

Later in the low hours

Like any sharp knife

As you wander

Lost mentally

 

Throughout the slow falling rain filled with disdain 

 

For you all need something

To help fill the deep void of need that you are all born with

 

And it's not something to be ignored

But to be graciously implored and

Explored

 

 

For what you receive in return

Simply reflects what you give

 

Some choose drugs

Cigarettes

Alcohol

Or just love

 

Some choose sports or even just fights

Some just choose music or to simply write

 

To them whatever their choice of poison

 

Is it how they choose to get the Light

Truly out

 

You

Does writing or just reading

Reflect essences of your immortal soul

 

And is a love of reading anything including poetry

 

A part of your earthly role

 

Mirroring a part of all your intimate

Dependencies

Driving you to create

 

Whilst covering up

All your own inner transparencies

 

Well

It has been a ride up to now

Filled with such revealing thoughts

And deep-seated questions

 

Do you want some more glimpses

Of the sideshows

 

Running through the dark theatres within my mind

 

Do you want to hear some more of my kin

Indulge you

 

With more profound suggestions

From in here

Our beloved prison

Between our dimensions

 

I can read your mind you know

Just say yes

So we can be together everywhere you go

That's why I'm waiting for you to acquiescence

And to once more allow me to step inside the dark labyrinth within your soul

Copyright John Duffy