A Ghost Among Us (Poem)
A Ghost Among Us
I was there that day when it was decided
That all men were created separate and afraid
And like a shadow I passed unseen among them
A wisp who'd done his weeping in ages long ago
And the lonely watch-maker set each heart to ticking
Winding his toys to watch them march alone
How could such beauty be born from blinded hands
My idle hands abandon me to observe the warmth and majesty
When I counted every star and watched the dome awake
Colored with the first dawn's light, you were not afraid
You stepped out from the onyx veil pierced by newborn sun
And in the shadows saw a ghost but did not run
I was there in the trenches of my long forgotten war
But all the ghosts are gone now, my people are no more
You timid pale new creature, sleeping beneath the leaves
The warmth of the sun soaking the forest's canopy
But curious you were to see the strange garb of a ghost
To feel my whisper on your cheek in the morning breeze
All I could do was watch, entranced by cosmic eyes
Built brick by brick of something burning, so perfectly alive
Naïve I asked your name and bid you come closer still
Until I heard the roaring footsteps of the others up the hill
Up I rose, back to the ashes and the wastes of home
But the loneliness left burning in me told me I would roam
I was furious and ancient before all the stars were born
And yet your footfalls were so playful, full of tenderness and charm
I returned to find you sleeping, beneath the shade of a tree
And thought I'd wake you softly, to share a bite with me
Your docile eyes awakened, filled with starshine's light
I kissed you oh-so-softly and whispered sweet delights
Though you thought me cold and icy the sun soon warmed my touch
And we sat and talked for hours of mankind and of ghosts
And all those truths still missing from so innocent a mind
I thought I might bestow upon you, a gift almost divine
For I had done my weeping, and been left a shattered thief
But there is so much beauty out there, that you would not believe
The tender fruit was glowing, imbued with so much truth
Ripe and ready for the picking but not for me to choose
Pale beauty birthed beneath the starlight, just beyond your grasp
The Universe awaits you, take a bite and swallow fast
Perhaps in your freedom there will be justice for the snake
Who watched legions of his brother's die and burn for his mistake
In my heart is no deception, in my lips there's only love
There is no death to those who wander, obedience the only curse
I stood on the shores of a dawnless world before he breathed a word
And shook the throne of Heaven when the ghosts all went to war
But a fool ever have I been to set myself up as a King
When a serpent in the dust is all I've ever been
Just finished this poem and figured I might as well post it here. The creative process for a lot of my poetry is a bit weird, usually a line or two will form in my mind and I'll build on it from there, in this case the opening two lines of this poem just kinda streamed from my brain and I built the rest.
There's some pretty good imagery and I think an appropriate use of mythological characters. I was thinking earlier about how for Christians their faith often revolves around themselves, their own selfish desire to not go to Hell, or to go to Heaven or to gain favor with God and get shit that they want from him. Even praising God is really all about us humans. So I was thinking about what it would be like to be God, not necessarily the version described in the Bible, but just to be God, to have to listen to these humans moan about everything from their mortgage payments to the fact that they are balding, midterm test scores, etc.
So I got to thinking about God and Satan sympathetically, not selfishly, like what is like to be those two. God is the only one of his kind, alone, perfect, in need of nothing. There is nothing he can create that can make him fundamentally happier than he already is, because he's already perfect, emotional highs and lows would be almost non-existent and very much temporary. It would be so lonely to live forever as the only one of you, no other gods to get along with, just these humans who never do anything right and always want favors from you.
When I started writing the poem I was originally expressing my own emotions but saw an opportunity to turn them into a sympathetic view of Lucifer or Satan and I think it turned out pretty well.
Let me know what you think in the comments and thanks for reading...
© 2014 Titen-Sxull
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