. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The last message sent to Arabella by Jacob

Monday, November 22, 2021

The last message sent to Arabella by Jacob

 

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(A lone voice whispers)


Two of the hardest things you'll ever face in your life

My viewers 


Wherever in the Great Other Side

You many reside


Is to find the courage to say "Hello


To the one you truly love

 

And then the profound strength to pay your respects 


To then whisper

"Goodbye 


And so it is with me after I died


For whenever I pause in these quiet tranquil moments 


Sat in here 

All by myself


By the moving rocks and lost in deep thoughts in this swirling grey smoke 


That would make any living person choke


Now I'm a citizen of The Great In-Between 


I sometimes still think about all those long hot Summers nights 


So long ago


When we once walked by the Hawaiian blue sea


Hand in hand


And we were totally unafraid to be seen


I still get drenched by the sweetest thoughts of you and me


Memories of a fierce love


Which must have shone like a lighthouse beacon for miles around 


Angels flying above ground 


Watching 


Must have felt it was a deep love 


Many could only dream of 


For it was so damn gorgeous and profound


Those old hot yellow city lights


I bet they still carry vivid memories 


Of an extraordinary time


Where we held each other's soft hands 


And everything seemed to be just alright 


But like a pale white vulnerable feather


Blowing carefree in the Four Winds


Crazy blustery weather 


I then always remember 


How you foolishly surrendered to the whims


Of the Dark Gatherer of all Mortal Temptations


And like an act from the Devils favourite playbook


Our intense love was viciously ripped from our carefully constructed cross of truth 


By slanderous accusations 


Spoken by jealous crooks


To then be slowly and tragically forgotten 


And following in turn 


Depressingly by so many newly enabled others 


Casually dismembered 


With their judgemental narratives 


Singing sad songs of


Theres no chance of Redemption


Now I guess when I reflect


We were like two painful characters from a dystopian fantasy called Twelfth Night


A terrible version of a classic Shakespearean Play


No one cares or even wants to remember


But I'll still treasure and carry those beloved beautiful memories everywhere 


Now I'm free from the clutches of life and all its complicated and sometimes crazy games


Of four footsteps walking in unison by the Hawaiian blue sea


Where I'll get ultimately drenched and soaking wet by the sweetest thoughts 


Of just you and me


Memories of a fierce wild unrestricted love


Which still shines so bright today like it once originally did


Towering all above the hot yellow city lights


Of a time we once held soft hands 


And the future seemed so full of auspicious things

 

Which resonated with so much bright red light 


Beloved memories of us entwining to make love by candlelight 


To keep warm throughout all those cold but soul-thrilling 


December winters nights 


When the world seemed so still and perfect 


And all the gossips and racketeers were carefully hidden out of sight


I still miss you 

My beloved Arabella


If only to just hear your lovely soothing voice 


In this neverending twilight


I'm sure it would push back this ever-swirling darkness and show me my own 


Yellow Brick Road to Saint Peter and Heavens welcoming bright white lights 


I'm so proud that I once found the courage to say "Hello

And now 

After all these years


I've now finally found the strength to let you go and say "Goodbye 

I'll always remember you as I ascend


Your one true love who stayed loyal until the very end

And one day when you too wake in the Great In-Between

We'll start over and make up


Yours forever


Your eternal soulmate who's once mortal name was simply plain old Jacob



Copyright John Duffy 


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