The Game of Shadows
Whenever I open my eyes to what’s past I see myself swimming in the shadows Shadows dark and black In creepy narrow passages Shadows small and big Sometimes blurry sometimes huge Sometimes the shadow of a body Standing erect or bowing down Shadows sometimes fixed Sometimes shivering and sometimes quiet Sometimes fallen under my feet on the ground And sometimes on the wall Sometimes this way, sometimes that Shadows, sometimes like paintings and prints Sometimes shapely sometimes like demons Sometimes in my hands sometimes under my feet And sometimes in my front and sometimes behind Sometimes in the shape of my beloved Lovely and attractive Sometimes the object between the shadow and light Sometimes the light behind the object and in the distance At times admonitory And at times in conflict with feelings Sometimes dark like the color of hate And at others the hated shadow of arrogance Sometimes the scary shadow of war And sometimes the shadow of deception and trickery This one, the shadow of friendship And the other, the shadow of discord and separation This one is the shadow of false pride This other one does not have a shadow it is love and light Shadows like dark clouds At times like monsters at winter solstice And I, busy with the frame of shadows Busy with dreaming and making of effigies Now shadows, you tell of your own world Search for life in your darkness Of shadows in a silent world Sometimes evident Sometimes forgotten Tell of fear in the darkness Tell of pain in its width and length Tell of the many profound sorrows Tell of the games of this strange world Tell of the heights Tell of mourning and of happiness Tell of your quivering in front of the candle And of bitter weeping in company Tell of fears and of the unknown Tell of reality and of make-believe Of friendship and animosity And of keeping away from the light Of shortness and being long Of content and of dancing Of the time that you are asleep or when awake And of the times that you are blind or with sight Tell of the mirror Search my shadow in the mirror Together with delusions Like futile love affairs Leave me alone Stop hurting me Shadows sometimes like the passing life And I, bewildered in your path At times I am running away from you And on other times I cling to your skirts Sometimes I am afraid of you I am concerned and obsessed Shadows in my eyes In my calm and in my wrath Shadows in the dark I wish you leave me alone So under the golden rays of a kind sun I am enabled to cut my path and traverse And see the world bright and clean All the way from heavens to the darkest depths And see everything from all six dimensions bright And away from the darkness And call mankind to the light of love And lay flowers and colors in front of my soul And in front of everyone