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Salute.
It’s 4 am and the Ghost who haunts me called, Madam Poetry, has been.
Salute.
(A lone female voice whispers)
You
Yes you
The one I shall conjure into life
As my ancient heart burns
Like a magnificent volcano
You need no man-made laws
Remits or long-standing
eulogies that bleed
Like Lilith’s old red rivers
To truly embrace me
For
You are all like the darkness
Its worldly settlement
When you choose to hate
It's dark visceral vicious
Sludge
But when you emit love
You are like soft
Echoes of reborn
Angels
Made of blessed
Anointed gold
But Who are you all
Individually
To view and
Demonise
When you choose to
Ignore compassion and instead
Judge
For
Some human emotions flow towards
My huge imperial castles
Hidden in these mists
Floating above your life cycles mud
Built by my
Old master craftsmen
Out of solid silver
Before the Great Flood
In the middle of my
Spiritual Sun
But for those
Who gravitate still
Towards Hate
Their emotions flow
To One of my fallen angels
Dark Wormwood Star castles
As with our ethereal
Pact
Of free will
Such as all abide by
Who are
Born into life
The freedom to
Choose which path
Their existence runs
But
Do I not discover in you
Something so darn exquisite
Within your
Ever-watchful luminous
Translucent eyes
Lost musings of
Hidden strands
Of something
Implored
That all cling to
Like an old addiction
They call euphoria
A subtle hint of something
Mischievous
Or
Insidiously so glorious
A divine echo of a tantalising
Coveted
Heaven
Or a seductive shadowy
Towpath
To Baiels destructive Hell
But
Within all the flowering
Cosmos
You shall never stand alone
For my words will
Carry me to you in the four
Winds
Through undisclosed caves and
Magnificent green trees
Fast-flowing brooks and carried aloft and whispered in secret
Underground streams
Beyond
Old Villages and newly built
Metropolitan cities
And wherever you’ll be
To hold you tightly just
Once again
Where I’ll stand still
Just invisible
Spirituality drunk and forever drowning
Entwining and
Overflowing with sweet
Divine sympathy
Is it but an ephemeral
Omnipresent God's never-ending deep dream
To once again dutifully bathe
And welcome you eventually home with
Wide open arms
For you to embrace me forever
Your blessed chosen celestial deity
Who once gave you
Through my first creations appearance
Adam and my beloved
Eve
To always be open
To extending kindness
Through
One of my old gifts
Simply called empathy as I silently pray
You never have to grieve
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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