Writing in that flickering shadow

 I only ever write to recognize my own shadow.
People think I want applause or I´m shallow,
for some form of noisy recognition.
I do it to rever my personal jinn.

I only ever seek the synonym
to honour the encantation meant for me.
The one that these words I carry forward,
form into their own small entities.

I write for the other side of my heart.
I don´t have direct access to that part.
The one I must dream or meditate to reach.
The one I must to my child self teach.

I only ever share this with you,
like passing a sparked nest of twigs.
So you bring words and dry sticks,
for a bonfire rhyme stokes with tricks.

In firelight we may cast flickering shadows,
to give reasons to word pages aglow.