(A lone voice whispers)
Lost between two shimmering portals
By the Palodorian Green Sea
I once looked for the golden light
From the metaphysical tent
Of the golden-haired warrÃor
A beautiful descendants of the spiritually powerful
Cherokee
And saw over dystopian planes of existence
Where she lay
Remembering
The last time we spoke was on the fifth of May
It rained and I could sense she was in pain
So I sent over a red raven letter
In it, I wrote in bright golden letters
Rise up fire girl
And get better
Shine those incredible eyes upon the world
Seize your strength and glory and tell your story
Use poetry
Prose and whatever else but you need to
To cleanse yourself
Today as I light my white candles of peace
And remember a few souls
That I once had the pleasure to know
But no longer grow
I think of her alone in that tent
Surrounded by books by Whitman
Silver and glass
And wonder
Where do we go from here
Can I rekindle a friendship in her darkest hours
Will her heart allow us
If I ask
By a strange coincidence
She sent back a red raven letter
In it
In big letters
Was handwritten in silver ink
Where do we go from here
For I've shed so many wet tears
Been in between the light and dark
Between two almighty powers
Saw things to make your soul sink
And as I look now from my scrying mirror
Through the upside-down AlunaWorld
I can see her smoke from a campfire rising
And deep down inside
I'm just so glad to see that she's still surviving
As I pen my letter but like all complications in life
I'm struggling to find words that still need saying
Before replying
For a silent painful question always cries out
From my soul in fear
A low whisper that says
Has our deep love disappeared
And where do we go from here
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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