The Shadow In Me Poem by Robert Rittel

For all the shadows coming from strangest light,
I saw the image of myself in a vivid dream last night.
Reminded me for all the strangers I know,
and the stranger in myself in dear compromise by now.
What else is there in the virtue of the self to conspire,
the rabbit hole of all mysteries and silent wheel of fire.
The heart breaking nightingale that burns like a phoenix,
by the courage of curiosity, I needed to capture that matrix.
With the milk of amnesia and saint Pedro's cactus, I took flight,
fevering slowly into that paradise to claim my celestial right.
I wanted to spread my lame wings of salvation to soar high,
but could not move, realizing that I under a death oak tree lie.
Old branches with no life pierced into the brilliant night sky,
swirling slowly those tiny enchanted lights like a earth in fly.
Many luminous creatures gave signals to each others term,
seeming to attract each others glowing sensual charm.
In that turning charming carousel a little princess spoke to me,
"The rainbow has no shadow, would you not agree".
By the time I was awake and safe in my bed,
still a bit dizzy in my wondering head.
I came to realize that the shadow in my subtle mind,
is nothing more then another firmament giving light in gentle kind.