Puppet To The Universe Poem by Bjorn Visser

Puppet to the Universe

You?
who are you?
are you the man hiding in the shadow that keeps me up at night?
are you the one they all love?

love, a word I shall one day be able to define
Scared, you don’t understand.
The obvious answer is the one that you want.
a shadow of a person, giving me only half of who you are.
A mischievous soul, a lost soul.

playing and dancing, the rain; your only way of showing a figure.
the sun consumes you, shifts you around.
1’0 clock,2’0 clock 3’0 clock
die.
Time stops, children not amused by your games.
Time stops, heartbeats gone.
a tree loses its leaves, the earth around him moves
moves from him to a different place
moves with you, the shadow that touches my door at night
the nights I lay trying to forget the secret spinning in my past
the hurt consuming my only sane thought

a blade.
shining like a star
an answer to my prayers
A single line could solve the riddle
the riddle called life.

Unsolved it shall remain.
On this earth, next to the shadow, the half of you I have left
Will you touch my door tonight?
when I forget, switch of my light?
tuck me in mischievous soul
Your all I have left.
You.

Not an answer sang to me by a caller on the wind
not a prayer done for me, by man.
no priest, reverend or mother can heal the wounds that time has given to me.
No need for complicated rituals, no need to wake the dead.
A few simple lines could suffice, but then.
then id leave myself dead.
back here, on this earth the one im trying to avoid.

at least you will be here, my shadow, my friend
at least you will be here, my hair tangling friend.
Tuck me in.
switch of the light

Don’t leave me, let me walk first
Mischievous soul, what are you?

Did you cross borders, oceans, hills and thorns all in search of me?
is all you want to stand by my door as I whisper to the wind
is all you want another friend?
Does my struggle amuse you?
does it make you feel like a child again?
at least, one of us has found his place.

No need to crucify me.
No need to glorify me.
Time has frozen me in place.
Its taken my limbs and given me you in their place.
I am yours now, well at least until you discard me like all the others did.
are you different shadow?
are you now and forever my friend?

Mischievous soul
Wandering soul
Follower of the suns rays
its your master
im your slave

Forever and ever, you stand by my door.
for each night I whisper, wish, fall.

No need for big rituals, no need to hold my hand
tuck me in
Switch of the light
and close the door as you run-once again- from the light