. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Woman in the Shadows

Sunday, April 10, 2022

The Woman in the Shadows

 Press play before reading, salute.



(A lone voice whispers)

Elena

Look to those deep memories

For they’re no longer cold graves that may cause you to weep


Try not to lose too much sleep 

On those who may lovingly still call me a creep


For what they do not know

I’m but strands of all those thousand winds 


That Love blows


That rare bottle of emotional Tennessee whisky 

You may choose to help serenade you to sleep


The twinkling diamond in a dark storm-filled cloud 

As it snows


A burst of blistering sunlight to warm your soul

Wherever you go


That gentle reminder of our faded love song

Whenever you open those dark brown eyes


In the early morning breeze

Now that I’m gone


For all I am now is but one of the soft stars

That shines at night listening to the Purple Rainfall


A woman from the South Side

Living now in the Great In-Between


Always watching as you ride

Elena

Don’t let regret and grief be the only things
this life forces you to eat


Just try to always remember me


The good times and my eternal love

Within every step, you take and every heartbeat


It was always meant to be

One day in here
You’ll see 


As we dance in the Purple Rain

And when it washes away all that old pain 


Only our true love will remain 


In this Purple Rain


Copyright John Duffy,

No comments:

The Sacred Tree