Have you been to Shamballa?

  

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a lonely

Helpless castaway 

Walking 

Lost

Amongst inner indistinct stars 

In my deep sleep

I opened my green eyes

Yearning

To gaze upon the blue 

Undulating

Seas of Tranquillity

Beyond fear

Reason or hope

Looking for a new 

Freedom

Beyond irreducible traces 

Of all known possibilities 

To try to cope

With this thing 

Broken in two

But instead

When my emerald eyes 

Opened

I saw I had ventured

To the soft sandy shores 

Illuminated by magnificent 

Sparkling red candlelights

A place where lost souls travel to 

In The Off Limits Zones

When feeling lonely 

 

Or depressed 

At midnight

Within this beloved 

Sleeping state

With a sharp crackle 

Of unearthly thunder and lightning 

You appeared

And I saw you

The only one

Bequeathed

Who I had been 

Summoning

And as we met 

And embraced 

Upon those lucid 

Imagined seashores

And held on to each other so 

Tightly 

I wondered down 

Deep spiritual paths

Mentally 

To the Nexus 

Of all my Eternity

Past the crying 

Banshee Queens

The spellbound 

Soul Keepers 

Of all Humanity 

Past the forgotten 

Pagan Ages 

Of Dark Shadows

Once so long ago cast 

By The Wing Makers 

From The Black Holes 

Of Bastos

And

Thought

As the world around me spun

Like a revolving glass kaleidoscope 

Will she still love me tonight 

Wherever she is

This ageless beauty I always 

Seem to chase 

To run to

In full flight

The one I once wished 

To live with 

Until my last night

Who still leaves me 

Lonely and drowning 

In cold wet tears 

In the middle of this plight

Or am I just another nightly 

Visitor

To that magnificent seashore

I visit 

Just past the Merovingian lightning

Solar Storms

As I dream 

Always appearing to walk 

Its twisted dark pathways 

Towards

A dark place filled with self ruination

With so many others 

To that dam place

I am cursed

To revisit 

And dream about

On the stroke of every midnight 

Shamballa

The Wetlands of the Unforgiving

The Island of the Lost

In the Great In-Between

Where Ageless Elementals 

Stalk and hunt the living 

As they wander around 

Lost

In the 5th Mystical Realm

Of the 

Unseen  

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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