. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Dreamers, dream.

Sunday, October 31, 2021

The Dreamers, dream.

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Heartbroken poems make the most evocative pieces... 

(A lone voice whispers)


My beautiful Lady 


Now forever separated from me

By the grey veil of The Great In-Between 


I still dream of laying with you and watching those incredible Starlings play

 

Caught in a spiritual vacuum of perpetual peace and tranquillity 


Sleeping in a place surrounded by beds of sweet-smelling red roses


Where their sharp thorns would entwine around our epicentre 

In unison to protect us


And as we held each other tight

As the corrupted world burns and turns to grey smouldering dust


My dark eyes

Undulating and spinning like a priceless kaleidoscope


Would be filled with your early morning prayers


Invoking all Heavenly Angels watching to protect us


As we laid

Vulnerable to the worlds many temptations 


And Dark Angels 

Which too sometimes visited us there


My sweetness

My strand of old magic from aeons ago


I just wish I could still conjure up that shimmering undulating watery

Blue doorway 


To take you to my secret enclave


A place so far away 

From society


Where the broken-hearted 

Can go to heal 

And lay together

In the profound hope 


Their fast-beating hearts

Would no longer tear


But that's all but a crazy old dream


And I'll just have to wait in hope


That one day 

You'll open up my grey gate

And knock on my door 


Number 228 


When you too arrive in the swirling grey mists


Of The Great In-Between


Where we'll be reunited


To live happily ever after without any more pain or fears

But simply in happiness and love 


As we finally lay together

Surrounded by beds of sweet-smelling red roses 

Watching those incredible Starlings play


In these grey skies above


Copyright John Duffy

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