The path is packed with monsters

The darkness I feel on my shoulders
is not mine
Its mass is pressing desperately
descending to a once happy heart,
I remember it laughing.
The screams a world is ever thinking
in fear and darkness fighting
are not mine.

A quite long time passed
since the alchemist appeared
in black clothes, craving darkness for us.
He surprised himself with a long beard,
A heart that was as strong as light
to feel beond the mirrors
And shoulders to hold in balance
The job of tired feet.

The darkness is not mine
It streams from my shoulders
to my feet
The heart alters tirelessly
A darkness into light,
A light for me to keep.

The energy of time under my feet
is mine
The power in my tireless heart
is love… also mine
Your long hair on your shoulders,
Sentinel of your smile
is mine to care for
if my heart fits in your palms.

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FIN

Roberto Palu