You reach out from beyond
teaching us the tricks of the trade
the endless chatter frayed.
We gather your voice
capturing it in recorders
like masters and hoarders.
Speak louder, I can’t hear what you’re saying
in time and in space,
your voice was decaying.
You show yourself to the strong;
the weaklings scattering and running
like weavers of only that which is cunning.
Cameras can simply catch a glimpse
of your pain and your frame
til we turn to ice, limp and lame.
But there is nothing to be afraid of,
we gather our resolve
and study you til you dissolve.
In time and in space
you show yourself to be true,
casting your shadows in slews.
The moon casts its hooks
into your aura and into you we remain,
leaving behind nothing but residual pain.
Searching for understanding
and to know the full truth,
we hunt you down like tempered sleuths.
But we come in peace
or so we should say;
we have not come to harm or to slay.
You leave us in peace
and with understanding of the beyond,
trimming our dreams with your dark, black wands.
We turn away
and leave this space,
sacred, residing and in its place.
The mysteries and lessons
burn through our skin;
we can’t get enough of this original sin.
Your wings spread through the haunts
as we part our ways for certain,
showing us a glimpse beyond the curtain.