Do You Believe In Spirit Guides? Poem by John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)


I've lived

Once loved and cried
Indulged in primordial urges and died


By the sharp
Sword of Damocles


No less
For a thousand years

As I fought emotions like a transmitted disease


For I'm immortal

And I've mixed and fought with so many souls


Some with a kind heart

Fierce spirit
And a willing mind


Some so corrupt they would sell you

For anything they could find


I'm the wild untameable Thunder


In a storm-filled Autumns sky


The gentle breeze overflowing


With Spring's symphonies
Of baby blackbirds that cry


The scent of luscious
Winters mornings

Filled with a dash of mildew


The peace and tranquillity

Submissively reflected
in a serene Summer's sky


As whispering clouds
Jostle for kingship and quietly float by


For I'm eternal
Don't you see


Born from unexplainable storm clouds

Just beyond your sight


Baptised by giants hands in The Eternal Fountain


Created by white lightning

Upon Heavens illustrious deep mysterious mountains


I'm just one of many fragments resting deep inside


Until you sleep

And then we'll walk hand in hand through all your keeps


To speak and exchange words of wisdom to seduce and advise


As we together conquer dark dreams

Whilst lost and vulnerable before the early morning sunrise


Walking together bravely
Only to then awake
Fresh and revitalised


To traverse this dangerous life
sometimes soul-draining horizons


Filled with so many corrupted spirits

Who just love to criticise


You'll see me sometimes

By your white picket fence


Standing alone in my grey coat of Salvation

In the swirling mists of
Time


Sometimes you'll hear me in the hidden Alabaster corridors

Within your mind


For I am part of your
Higher-Self


Bestowed to you by an almighty power


My only task
My penance
My treasure

Is to stimulate
Encourage and fortify


Within ever-quickening
passing seconds and hours


Behold


I am forever yours
As you are mine

And together we go to war
Every day you breathe

To rage against the Paradigms littered
amongst the ever eroding Sands of Time


If in me you
Do believe


Your spirit guide


Just one of the Lord's many appointees

Who's tasked to never leave

Copyright John Duffy