Reflections. Tobias Speaks from The Beyond .

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(A lone voice whispers)

For just you

If you still need some inspiration and are unfortunately unattached

Blindly looking for that mysterious elusive, match 

To ignite like a raging volcano

Your loves red spark in the light and dark of an unbroken night

Amongst the chaotic crazy fires of just living 

Trying to do what's right

While you're courageously striving and stumbling through life 

Over all, its many hurdles 

Doing what you need to do

To keep surviving before you join us in here

The Great In-Between

To be part of the endless paranormal 

Constantly searching for that life-changing translucent crimson  thing called love

May you get annotated and burnt more than once 

If so desired by its many supernatural fires

Before your life to expires 

For I can always remember

As I look back and reflect 

 

To a date set for our joining

At that old church on West Street

It made me feel richer than all the gold to yet be found at sea

Lighter and brighter

Then any shining diamond jewellery on display at the Louvre 

For all to see

 

Oh how I was ecstatic to be introduced to the love of my life

Called Julia 

Her soft demure always ransacked all my shadows with a glimmer 

That if I was a soldier this would be my last post

Oh how surreal it all seems now I'm a ghost

Looking through my obsidian scrying glass from all the way in here

The Great In-Between

At all the landscapes and seascapes we once used for escapes 

They now all stand burning with once calm seas boiling

And lost in that civil war on land and sea

I still see her now even more gentler than gentle

Lovelier than light amongst the smoke 

That soft soul who used to sweeten all my sombre moments and seconds

At the stroke of midnight 

With soft fingers

Oh how that exquisite memory lingers 

Of the only one to stretch out a hand of freedom 

To offer divine grace and the keys to a new kingdom 

A soft whisper to help me take a break from one of life's many chaotic races

To switch off and relax in our own woodland grove

By the coast

But like a scene from Platoon

I'm now kneeling down and living in a neverending scream

Why does death suddenly call to collect you so early

When everything seems so beautiful

To leave you in a new form of living 

In the illuminated man's poor dream

With only hallowed memories for company 

 

Of lost love 

Bursting out of the seams

Copyright John Duffy