Will you follow me?

 

The Call of Micheal 

(A lone voice whispers)

Would you still follow me if I lit a red candle

In this final odyssey

Would you follow me willingly 

Into the swirling dark

In this brief history of time

Would you grasp my coattails as we trespassed tentatively 

Through all of life's scary parks

As we swim against all the fast-flowing tides

Will you tango and tiptoe past the Tall Man 

And all his worldly Minions

As we circumnavigate the globe

The new world grid and claim a small part of it as our Dominion

For although we are but lost souls going eventually to She'ol

Would you still just blindly follow me 

Past the awakening powers of a modern totalitarian god

As we walk unashamed together 

Behind their many new pale horses

To be wantonly unleashed within the unfathomable darkness 

As we surely conquer this life and all its dark forces

Forever tasked with painting new erotic masterpieces 

With apocalyptic energy like Vincent Van Gogh

And then every night

Hidden behind the many enemies money can never make

Before we dream

Shall we plead to watching Angels and the unspoken owners 

Of The Leather Bound Book of Secrets

To take us beyond the Black Darkness 

In deep dreams

We always see when our astral eyes open 

As our mortal eyes close

To use their invisible hands to tear away the dark rim

Before our ever-watchful twin pyres

To show us what truly lies beyond these

Books of Lies

Everyone sometimes reads from

For us to venture into newer undiscovered lands

In Dreamstate

To a brave new world

To see the bright lights of two crimson suns 

And the quartet of multicoloured rainbows

Illuminating a purple-hued sky

A place where no one 

No longer dies

A paradise of ever-swirling winds 

Of a whispered profound New Eden

Perpetually emanating from a deep divine 

So high up 

Above

A sanctuary lost forever within the forgiving green reeds of a new millennium

A place to be reunited with dear old family 

Or friends who never made it to the end

Where nobody no longer cries

To sit beside the Holy River

To write poetry and sing and to joyously watch

Through a silver Scrying Mirror

As the real world slowly disappears

To walk through the luscious green grass 

To the Eternal City

To hear the greatest stories never told to human ears

To finally embrace a new realm 

Free from all fears or pity

This we will beseech the Silent Dark 

Before once again 

We are lost in each other

for a few hours

As we joyously board Morpheus's dark Ark 

Of broken old dreams

Before stepping silently into a newly conjured world 

Unseen

Smiling like twin heroes

With a thousand suitcases of emotional faces

Amid old rainbows of hidden dangers

Where we shall find that sacred place

And hear blessings from the

Red Priestess

To deliver us into a new realm just hidden

In-between

Whispered in echoes in the deepest ravines

Of the hollow earth

So

Would you still follow me 

If I lit a red candle to guide you 

To me through magic

In this final odyssey

Home

Would you follow me willingly 

In this swirling dark

brief history of time

And to me 

Begin your journey

And start the climb

Before your bell chimes 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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