(A lone voice whispers)
Some people like to wear their hearts on their sleeves
And smile at the watching world
It's so much more courageous and revolutionary than anything
I could ever conceive
For I used to like to keep mine undercover
Like carefully hidden artillery guns
So it could recuperate and give it time
To try to let it breathe
To be freed from all the subtle and traumatic wars
I once had to endure
As I sought a means to quell all those tragic sensations and vivid recollections
Which must be cured
For I know now
Deep down
All those sad things needed to run their course
As I sit in here
In the Grey Hall in The Great In-Between
Tapping my feet like the approach of Tanaka
The Tall Man's mythical black horse
Listening to the bustling swirling wind as it blows over yonder
As I ponder
About all the why's and what for's
The memes and themes of all that depressing pain that eventually followed
Each time that I once delicately swallowed
Delicious mouthfuls of memories tablets
Things will never be the same and I take my hat off
To all those who suffer getting it wet as they wear their hearts on their sleeves
Like a rare electromagnet
It's just a crazy concept and one I can never believe or grow to accept
For inside now I'm without you
I'll just wander in solitude
Living on my own and some nights when I'm sat alone
Sipping something dark and so fulfilling
Thinking about the last time I saw your beautiful face and we rolled around playfully
Wrapped up together we thought forever
Until illness came and called you home
And it's why even in these lower levels of The Astral Halls
I'll forever just grieve as your beloved name I still call
For I once played and sung heart filled symphonies
To all the watching angels
In the hot summer sun
Smiled and loved a strange woman who I never met but slowly got to know
As my life picked up pace and started to run
Roared when she died and cried when my higher self soared in anguish
When God came and whispered on the 15th of June last year
In our bedroom of 54 years
Genevieve
Its time to leave
But we're being reunited and new horizons beckon
After I too crossed over
And good old Archangel Michael said she's regained her memories and she now wants to see me
New people and newer places
Faces filled with a new form of adulation
So look after yourself and thanks for listening as I go to grant my beloved
Her beautiful last wish
Happiness always finds a way even in death
Genevieve and The Night Raven
Soon to be together again
To walk hand in hand
To Eternity in this neverending falling rain
Copyright John Duffy
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