The Call to Sophia

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(A lone voice whispers)

 

Is it nearly midnight

My beloved Sophia

Where you are

And are those invisible tears still falling again

As you dream of me

Is it supernaturally quiet

and do the streets beneath your darkened bedroom windows

Run riot as all sinister-looking shadows stand upright

Naked and bare

Does the scent of a new escape from an old oblivion

Follow you everywhere like an expensive perfume

A newly conjured Heaven above an old distorted Hell

A welcoming warm haven to lurk within

Lost like Theseus its long sensuous green grass

To hide within its long shadows

Except for the beating

Of your soft heart

And the vibrations of your slow breathing as you hear this spoken within your mind

By that silent reading voice you carry that no one else could ever find

Can you hear any other sounds like the heartbreaking lone wolf cry from the mythical Misty Mountains

For I have seen you in conjured visions dreaming of me

Felt your beating heart with my soft Astral palm as you lay sleeping and tasted the soft lush sounds of your slow breathing

Again and again

As you deep dream of the forbidden

Where those wild untameable horses of unseen obsessions and precious yearnings

Are ridden

Do you just crave a sweet taste of my red wine

Your delicious lips upon mine

So I can them whisper your secret name to the four passing winds and claim you as mine

Will you promise to give me all I need

With our time together

I sometimes dream of the sweet visceral taste of you

Knowing it will linger like divine-tasting honey

And my mind

Will cry out in elation

So Mon Cheri

In the deep realms

Of Morpheus The Greek's deep sleep

Will you wait inside those wrought iron old gates

In those so real lucid United Nations

For if you do

I will rush to you

Like The Count of Monte Cristo

Through all the falling raindrops

Caress you without fear before all who stops to see

Touch you wantonly so you will never leave

For it’s what I believe when I close my eyes

As I see you sleeping beyond the sacred old ruins of Gilgamesh

Beyond the grey skies of Emersha Amu

I just can't see you

With my eyes open

Only when dutifully closed in Neverland

It's there I can truly worship you

As I travel to warm your soul with my inner reverence

Touch you spiritually

As you too caress me unconsciously

For I need you

Like a moth bows to a flame

Like all living beings

Need a name

I am weak for you

My Goddess Sophia

My eternal wisdom in this overgrowing darkness

In the Twenty-First Century

Let me drown forever

To be lost and spinning tempestuously in your deep pools

Hypnotized forever within your dark eyes

As I stumble

From the stroke of midnight to early sunrise

Let me feel every drop of your pain

As I purge them away with my own cleansing rain

For I am your own rain

For this purging rain has always been foretold

It has just lain with the old Crone in the deepest ancient unvisited woods

Waiting for the right moments to awake as we are finally ready

When we are old

This I was told on my last visit

So now listen as my astral eyes glisten

Do you hear that outside

That lone wolf cry from somewhere mysterious

It’s me just calling

For I can see you in my silver scrying mirror

Any time

Any place

In the middle of the day or night

Beseeching or taunting

Or just teasing with dark promises of unknown deep pleasures

Do not be afraid

Shy or inhibited

Our ancient souls know

No set boundaries or red tape

No entrenched laws or written law-abiding treaties

No known teachings

For we are but two of the untameable

Blessed to be indomitable and wild

For we are truly free my child

You now know how to access my realms of In-Between

You now know where to go

Where I’ll meet you by those wrought iron old gates

This is the great underground stream

A sacred secret no one else knows even when they deep dream

And we’ll meet there ecstatically

Like the Blameless who are but truly pure

To then lay under the indigo umbrella in the falling pink rain

To love with abandon in those new lands filled with no more pain

But tonight is but a long way away

Do you too want to go beyond those wrought old iron gates to play

To lay blissfully under that indigo umbrella and get totally soaking wet

To French kiss in deepest desires

To relight old fires and relight old pyres

If only I could carry your hand from that world into mine

But it only makes it sweeter

Only makes it more cherished

For these delicious exchanges whilst we are apart

Are just our living masterpieces using written metaphors as our communication

As our refound old art

Your heart may still be ravenous

Your mouth still parched

Your arms may be empty and forever still

Reaching

But my Goddess Sophia

I'll soon have you to myself every night in those mysterious dark swirling isles

So high above

An old place above a new place

All you have to do is walk through those wrought iron old astral gates

Into those lands where we will just lay

Underneath that indigo umbrella

Where it always always

Still rains just

Love

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Copyright John Duffy