(A lone voice whispers)
As the silvery midnight sun slowly rose
I drank my smooth twenty-five years old malt whiskey
Tasting exquisitely my Monday blues
I looked up to the faraway twinkling stars
Wondering where do
those lost really go
After this mortal show
Is it to alabaster endless halls filled with young or old familiar family or friends
Warm conversations and continuous soft music and priceless red wine
Or somewhere else
Cocooned between this world and the deep divine
Just relentlessly exchanging stories and memories
For there is no longer time
Will they still remember us and send us a sign
A soft kiss on the cheek
A red robin or maybe even a random white feather to always remind us
They still wait for love drunk
Longing for a much sought after embrace
Like a drop of spiritual moonshine
Will we ever see them again
Or are they simply lost forever
No matter how hard we pray and mutter
Amen
Copyright John Duffy
Just thinking about my beloved sister and the endless numbers, who take their last breath every day. Salute.
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