Twin Flames

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Do you too suffer from insomnia?

My witching hour is between 2 to 4 am.

Life of a writer eh!

I always distract my brain to sleep by writing.

What do you do?

She came to me in the

Deepest of sleep 

A dark queen

Within dark pines

Surrounded by hollowed out

Old men

Constantly seeking her attention

The Lady 

Voluptuous and seductive she

Visits me

Striding like old souls

In indistinguishable old coats

We soar

Striking like arrows

Into viscous harems of Immortality

Long winters of whimpering

Pardoned

Beyond loveless lands

And haunting vicious flares

Striding forth like beggars

Lost on its unreachable railways

Through the blackest of sludge

Towards the bright lights

We tirelessly trudge

In-between dark shadows and

Beseeching souls below

Forever bellowing

We fly

Ashes of damnation

Below us flow

We share the air for a moment

Or a brief night

Twins souls

Who dared to reach for the lights

Mountains below us dance

A strange

Argentine tango

As we soar

Dark anxious memories

Now forgotten

Lay crying below

Upon darkened

Undulating wet floors

In the distance

With hands clasped together

Tightly

We look deep into

Each other’s dark eyes

We know we will get there

To visit old stalls within celestial halls

When

We are eventually called

The Lady and the Prince

We move together

Forever as one

Copyright John Duffy 2019