The reason I still breathe is you
My missing old Italian lover
Lost somewhere away from me in here
Hidden in one of the many blue portals
In this
The Great In-Between
But when this dreamy yellow sunset before me
Cries its last daily breath
As it's truly spent
At the end of this
One of my long rigorous days
Of being stuck climbing over lifes many memories
Which seem covered with so many sharp barb wires
Lost
In a recurring daydream that's all mine
Which causes my heart to beat like an orchestral drum on fire
Hypnotized with a spinning mind filled with whispering
Spellbinding enchanting inspirational words
Pleadings from my Guardian Angels to try to take me higher
To help me put out all those painful old familiar desires
I always think in these quiet moments
In this silver silence about why my unbearable paradigm
This one I currently struggle to walkthrough
Created by the Great Collector of all Divine Revenues
Are we
Me and you
Isobel
My missing love
Simply just two of the many silent prayers
Blowing like tragic lonely snowflakes
Lost in the vastness of Eternal Endless Night Sky
Infinite cries of broken songs carried by invisible soft hands
Upwards
Tantalising sacrifices offered like emotional shining dimes
To the everlasting Light
As they spin like golden Autumn leaves in full flight
Borne aloft in the tempestuous whirlwind
Of Father Times swirling grey dust
Joining the symphonies of millions of hearts
Calling out in unison
In written or spoken rhymes
All screaming for just someone in which to love and trust
Rapturous but maybe beating blue
Does my heart still sing our now forbidden love songs and heartfelt prayers
Loudly like those unbearable screams once uttered
At the Great Battle of Waterloo
You may ponder as your soul wanders
Yet know this as a taste of my lifes sweet kiss
Inside I'll always know
We shared an extraordinary moment of such divine bliss
As long as we quietly live apart or even die
No matter where we both venture or go
For as long as the days are filled with life and the tired Sun still rises
Sending out golden rays to energize
I hope my God-given prayers
Will be answered with my eventual spiritual rescue by my Spirit Guides
And Guardian Angels when they stand before me
Free of all their earthy disguises
And even if all my lifes sunsets have all disappeared and gone and died
And an exotic dark night stalks all the new lands
I might then live within
As those, I leave behind
Stand by my graveside and cry as my soul glides by
When those low drums of Heaven rumble and when my heart no longer burns
As that old piano within my mind begins overflowing with poetic melodies
And loudly sings
If that familiar eerie noise of lost love blows its silvery horns
Once again and that drumbeat of fire that once burnt
Pleads to return
Announcing the arrival of the Dark Man from Depression's many farms
Who one should not mourn
Wearing his fake crown of thorns
I’ll dream this illustrious daydream
I still treasure
Of walking
Hand in hand with you
On yellow beaches at midnight
With the blue waves of the Pacific rolling in
And as we stand looking deeply into each others eyes
With you as my eternally baptised queen
Isobel
Married and living together forever
In a beautiful dream
A safe place I can only pray to dwell within
Where my broken heart can heal as it no longer yells or screams
Copyright John Duffy
Painting by the super talented, Sal Jones.
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