The Ballad of The Recalled. A passage from the hidden books of the Goddess Diana.

(A lone voice whispers)

Within a silent dream-like whisper just after midnight

I once heard your faint calls

You whispered so softly preaching in the half-light

That silvery gulf of divinity between us

With such quite majestic thunderous proclamations of sacred truths

Be a vivid illumination  

You confessed

For the world is still so beautiful if you really look below the dark frontiers of bleeding despair

A divine kingdom awaits

Just hiding beneath the many disgraceful layers of political spin

Crushed dreams and depressing days where once rapturous hearts will unfortunately tear

But you are all still a child of a universe unseen

You all have a god-given right to still dare to cling onto dreams

So learn to nurture all your strength in cold days of misfortune and strengthen through faith and profound conviction

Your protective shield to always try to redeem

Dispell all those unspoken lies with a wide smile which may hang like a hangman's noose in friendless jealous green eyes

For your merciful and miraculous heart has always been yours to willingly surrender

Its virtues of kindness and heroism are your own mighty defenders

Just don't be deceived by the many false pretenders

In these long days of ever-growing darkness and receding lights

In the middle of this

Your own version of one of the universes long nights

Don't mirror the tilt of low souls

Into deep icy pools filled with many visitors to Dante's heartlands

But be a hypnotic beacon in what you choose to sing or write

Ignite like an exploding thunderous New Years Eve firework

All the visitor's inquisitive minds as they quietly venture and gather

Sitting hidden or standing  

Unspoken into sight

Inspire hope and give them an unconscious smile

For them to carry away freely into these dark morose nights

I can always remember listening to that soft voice patiently

And now a thousand years later

I'm trapped and held like a Stockholm conditioned prisoner in your all-consuming singularity

For I'll always be yours beyond society or notoriety

Passionate for new bells that now chime

From here into infinity

Bells now which rule our twinned endorphin-filled minds

For we now survive enshrined beyond judgemental scopes of any mortal kind

Eternally blowing in new winds which always provides

Now we are young and free

You once said the universe was always ours to conquer

And within each silent whisper when I still feel and hear your nightly calls from your shrine

Up high in Mother Moon

Once worshipped by so many pagan followers before the fall of man

Regardless of fears of ownership or irreducible complex complications

I'll always climb over these metaphorical grey undulating walls regardless of the fall

Just cursed to try to reply

To you my predetermined soul-flame

Just hidden in the meandering shadows

Whispering through your channelled rhymes

As I feel the exquisite familiar torment that signals and announces with a huge emotional and spiritual pull why my spirit was restored

As my soul is dutifully reminded it's being subtlety recalled  

  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy