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Heartbroken poems make the most evocative pieces...
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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