The Shadow

I shadow you, I am
Hidden in the folds of
Reality,
Framed in a window,
Lurking in shrubbery
I dash into your
Heart
Pitch my tent
And dream of better times
When God
Is not trampled
By this crowd.

I stalk the inner
Workings of your mind
Send bread
And weapons
To house small birds
That flit among
My tangled thoughts.

I am your shadow
Beneath your feet
I send prayers
To bother Heaven
Disturb their peace
Until they hear
The shadow on
Your wall.