Remembering my Lola Barbosa

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(A lone voice whispers)

She used to saunter in with such deep exhilarating style

My Lola Barbosa

If I remember right

On the stroke of midnight sometimes 

Stumbling right into my colourful

 

Carefully hidden playground

In Morpheus the Greeks 

Sleeps Secret Parade 

And then on into the Pathless Forests of The Great In-Between 

I used to lead her

Be it night or day

Soft hand to soft hand

Into the Smiling Silence 

Through the Blue Gateway to the Entangled Duality 

Of All Things which need to Dream

A spiritual ghetto filled with so much glamour and charm 

Calm and tension

And otherworldly things to grab your attention 

Real beauty's, like one of its rulers

The nameless one

Called The Night Queen

Who's said to slide in on cloudless climes

And then glide away on starry skies

Leaving trails of purple slime that's useful behind

To those who need to feed on light and bright souls

And in it

Some say

Awaits an invitation to meet her in The Real Shadow World 

A dimension unknown to most

But thinking back

I only miss my Lola Barbosa

For she comes no more 

Since we parted

For she's lost in the violence and happiness of the Pathless Forests

She let go of my hand

You know when she got distracted  

Me 

Her tether to the light and shore out of the Pathless Forest

And she also foolishly ate one of the Purple Hearts

Left behind by the Night Queen

And in silence and frozen wet tears

As I now look at this in here 

A place where we once loved and partied 

But now feeling half broken-hearted and unspoken for years

For neither one of us would weaken

And just like Luke Archibold

Who's still so stubborn 

That he sometimes comes in from the cold

Unguided

To the edges of the Pathless Forest

For pieces of his soul to be consumed as it's brought and sold

My life grew gaunter and colder still 

As the memory of our first kiss flew away like a raven

Seemingly possessed and always looking for something new 

To take to its Summation Station

But even in this moment of pure reflective sorrow

I know 

Come tomorrow

There will still be pleasure

To be found on these deserted shores 

By this deep ocean

Filled with such visceral energy and all-consuming musical emotions

In its untamable roar and blue waves

For more visitors will soon come seeking my soft hands

To lead them through the curving Yellow Brick Road

To the Pathless Forests

Through Sleeps Secret Parade

To strange places that need to be visited 

For we're all but single strands of something so much greater

And so majestic 

Just now mingling with concealed Old One's

Floating in a multidimensional colourful Universe

As parts of our spirit's essence, they try to steal

Unseen

As they walk around us

Concealed by their priceless Frequency Cloaks 

To then absorb our energies

To try to feel

Ruled over by many and my favourite

The Night Queen

Thanks for visiting The Great In-Between

Maybe next time I can take your soft hands and lead you

Down the Yellow Brick Road

All you have to do is promise not to let go

 For I don't want you ending up like my old love

 Lola Barbosa

Copyright John Duffy