(A lone voice whispers)
Press play. Salute.
As I walk alone in here
Just looking for a strange city called Redemption and a means to atone
Surrounded by whispering crying voices in this ominous new darkness
Of The Great In-Between
Which swirls all around humanity but to the profane like you
It still remains today totally unseen
I always really wonder deep down inside as I move and peruse
Does she honestly still miss me that lady in black who was never satisfied
Even though I was famous and talked about every day on every world news
That young war bride I once met when I toured worldwide
Who I once used to sit with in secret and in the low hours by candlelight
Converse in-depth about love life and all its sometimes painful mysteries linked to death and power
Which always used to remind me of Macbeth
As we sat underneath that magical old blackened oak tree no matter where we were
Somewhere hidden in the many fluctuating realms of the forbidden
Just connected by a portal I used to call forth by a secret incantation
Only known to a few of the last descendants of those deemed immortal
From where I was born and named in Tupelo, Mississippi
To then be known all the way to the wet sandy shores of the Baltic Sea
Am I soon to be just a faded jaded memory
A part of a now old and forgotten legacy
People come and go in your old life I suppose
Friendship heartbreak and love go hand in hand with something resembling Damocles sharp knife
So I'm told now I'm wiser as each day I grow old
Some relationships will seem to last forever and some will inescapably be cut so deeply by its biblical silvery blade
That no matter how hard you may have cried shedding such sad tears or kneeled for hours and prayed
You'll eventually know that's why love and friendship entwined around treasured memories of others
You once so dearly cared for
Sometimes chose capriciously to slowly just fade away
But if I could only just see the face of my precious treasured memory once more starting from today
I would thank the Almighty until the final day of my baptism into a new holy Jerusalem
If only he would bless me with the power and the magic of an endless Midsummers Night Dream
To once again in this darkness
Sit together and talk under this new blackened old oak tree after I once again try to just summon her
Copyright John Duffy
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