Automatic Writing

Press play. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

I've embraced all fragments of my old life now my once cherished journeys are over and done

I've lived like a co-regent

An empress or queen

Watched the early morning birds rise like faithful servants before the Nile

To always sing and plead to be seen

Worn golden wedding rings and diamond inlaid necklaces 

Found happiness and sadness in everything life constantly once chose to bring me

As I loved and looked into so many new faces

I now embrace all my life's old memories

Now all my glamorous journeys on land and overseas are done

When they fatally ended on the twelfth of August in 30 B.C

I now live in new lands

just hidden in the Great Beyond

Where my God is everywhere

Not just shrunk to fit leather-bound old written much treasured 

Ancient Egyptian historical biblical books

Where my Gods presence if one could see

Is in everything and constantly resonates 

everywhere you look

I'm just so glad to have had some time to be really understood

As I have watched my own life played out on

so many of heavens  big screens 

In the Field of Reeds

I've watched every single step I once took

Saw love and hate fight appearing on so many faces 

Gracing the young and old 

Some nameless and some unashamedly  still standing by my right 

Like they were hooked

Saw my heartbroken moments choosing life and death

Between family love Loyalty and Antony

All significant occasions that were once vulnerable and  filled with such painful tragedy 

You

Yes you

Embrace all your life before your journeys are too done

My only regret is that I fought too hard and maybe didn't love too much

And even now I still miss all those moments of irreplaceable fun 

I once touched

But I still embrace all my life now my journeys run

I now just sit by my new muse occasionally 

Now invisible sometimes visiting just whispering poetry

As his body sleeps but his mind waits for me

Standing at the portals gates before the rising of the early morning sun

I now live within and watch where his journeys carries him

as he slowly runs

Remember me as someone who used to try to be free

The ghost who watches from beyond time 

Reborn on the twelfth of August in 30 B.C

Copyright John Duffy