A lone voice whispers
Mr Ebony approaches my secret libraries shadows
Of lost memories
Which follow me around
In the form of Charlie Chaplin
Carrying a battered old brown suitcase
Covered in Do Not Open stickers
Stuck on its worn-out aged face
Always behind me
Treading into the soft sands of my histories far-stretching shores
I leave invisible to the human eyes
Everywhere I go
Pale are the grieving trails
I leave
Filled with tree branches
Where once beautiful memories
Now filled with grieving and hung like dazzling decorations
On Christmas Eve
That reminds me
Painfully of years
Mesmerised in the Misplaced City of Love and Trust
A wondrous place
Where tender blue waves caressed the ocean before turning into ethereal dust
Where Mother Sea French kissed each citizen
Like long lost lovers
How pure that time and sound was loved by me
Laid watching the diverse tapestries filled with moving clouds
By the sea
Visions of her hand holding mine
With her head on my shoulder
Telling me
She'll love me forever
As Father Time got slowly older
But those once happy days are now so long gone
For Ebony approaches my shadows
My priceless library
Armed with his memory stealing Amnesia Gun
Hunting for long lost memories
Which dress like Charlie Chaplin
Always seeking battered old suitcases
To add to his endless collection
He's pulled from so many silent screen faces
To then rip them open
To then tread into the soft sands of their histories far-stretching shores
Once left invisible to human eyes
To wander through the path of the Pale Grieving Trails
And take broken hearts most expensive treasures
Once hung beautiful memories on delicate branches
Like dazzling decorations
On Christmas Eve
That reminds him
Painfully of years
He too spent
Mesmerised in the Misplaced City of Love and Trust
But now doomed to forever stalk and grieve
Before he too dissolves
And is absorbed by the Universe
Just to be another form of brown rust
Swirling in its ever-shifting dust
Copyright John Duffy
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