. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Evey

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Evey


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 My Evey


(A lone voice whispers)


Promise and say you'll not forget me after this great fall


Even though you might still think for a 130 years


I unjustly put you  

My beloved family through it all


What you didn't really know


I always prayed I wouldn't have to put you all into that new Eden


Of seemingly endless night falls but I had no choice


So just say you'll still love me and although I know


Way deep down inside


We'll never be the same as like before we first left the great garden


And went on a crazy ride


Just don’t forget how I cried when you called out


When we spoke on the last night in spirit before I died


My heart may still no longer beat your name and my soul may try to carry on


But maybe this time around


I can only hope memories of my old love


Will still carry me to you


To try to help you pull through


So take whatever you might need


To reach new places wherever you may have to go


For our old life might have suddenly come to an end but we still even now


Both need to grow


And all we can sometimes do


Is treasure those much-loved memories


We both in quiet moments


Still try to cling onto


Whenever they appear calling to us


Right of the blue


Just remember me your old lover and friend once known as Adam


Just reborn in here


The Great In-Between and now just known as Brother Bartholomew


Who once loved you when we first met under that big old apple tree


Before the circus of living began so many thousands of years ago


When we were both young and free


Filled with wild dreams of the future like anyone else


If they were born grown-up


Like from day one looking like they were both twenty-two


It's why I'm appearing here in this scrying mirror


Whispering this story to reach you


For it's been spoken before I ascend


This is my last chance to talk


To my true love who was my second and third committed friend


So wade in the greywater with my children


For I'll be waiting in here until rebirth at the very end


So wade in the greywater with my children


I know you are watching my Evey and reading


Just standing hidden in front of the many billions


By the right hand of the eternal pilgrim  


So wade into the water for I'll always be waiting 



Copyright John Duffy

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