Poem – Page 23 – A (wise) man of two faces

Umbra adventures

After the sunset,
the world is ready to sleep;
we crave adventures.

Stand and fight
for what is right.
Plant your feet,
swear you’ll defeat
your fears this night.

We all have our masks:
parent, sibling, lover, child,
the great Masquerade.

The storm wall,
charging tall,
the breaking wave,
none can be saved
as the shadows fall.

Hate’s the sweetest thing –
it’s easier to swallow
than most medicine.

Love’s a harder sale –
it needs careful nurturing
and encouragement.

The sky looks different,
but I know that is not true;
I’m the one who changed.

Searching the sky,
looking for clues,
and wondering why
no one answers you.

You scream and you shout,
but the clouds just don’t care;
they flutter about,
and give bored gray stares.

So you turn away,
and retreat inside,
perhaps to pray,
or perhaps to hide.

But your problems don’t wait at the door –
they follow you in to trouble you more.

The wylds of nature
remain a stone’s throw away,
off the beaten path.

Red, Black
Platinum, Blue
Why’d Johnnie cross the road?
We’ll never know, but what he found
tastes great.

Indigo night sky,
you see such scandalous sights,
you blush a deep plum.