Peter. The Keeper Of Keys. Poem by John Duffy

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