If Mr Grief could speak

A lone voice whispers in the dark at 3 am.

I'll never kneel to pray no more 

Because I won't idolise anyone this way anymore

I can't hold back my souvenirs of fears any longer

Though my tears still stain this grey uniform I dutifully wear

As I continuously look for a new sanctuary to rest

So my soul can repair 

I've got to take all those heartfelt condemnations with me

For with you

I've smiled

Shouted and screamed in joy to last for a thousand years

Constantly pushed to live the illuminated man's hidden underground dream

But what I wouldn't do now

Just to be with you

I know I must neglect all those painful memories

And try to go on and find the resilience I need

To let you go free

Just like a midnight lantern

Filled with good wishes and introduced into a New Year's Eve

To step away and shut that badly worn door

And let my existence go on like Adam

Who once loved Lilith prior to Eve

Before they went outside the Greatest of All Gardens 

And all his first love for her

He silently always grieved

Would we be better off if I had pulled all my barriers down

And let you in so totally and in all my hidden tributaries

Swim

Maybe

But I reckon we'll never know

So I'll let go of my claim with this

My final kiss under The Great In-Between's neverending mistletoe 

But you may call down someday in the near future unknown

Like a rolling stone

In the falling rain or snow

For this painful love we once beautifully shared

Will keep us safe throughout the blinding of the heart

The silence of the mind

For this love we once experienced in the darkness beyond the light

In the greatest of schemes

Will go through a new phase of rediscovering

Rewriting our tragic love story like a modern-day

Fyodor Dostoevsky

For humanity is sometimes incredibly

And intensely in lust with all forms of suffering

And love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity

Beyond all forms of cognitive psychology 

And only sometimes can be painted in words 

For love in motion is like a beautiful boat sailing through poetry

In a wishful dreams

For true love of any kind is never low key as it seems

Copyright John Duffy