Do we get visited by those we still love?

(A lone voice whispers)

I always used to wonder

Where do  

Robins go to sleep

Then one dark night 

Within a deep all-consuming  

Lucid dream

At approximately one o'clock

A beautiful deity  

Appeared out of the mists

Wearing a blue and white coat

Holding a Lily  

And a shining lantern

Across its shoulder

A golden trumpet and a branch from Paradise

On its golden belt  

Hung a scepter and a silver scroll

As it strolled towards me

Within my illustrious sleeping streams

A strange palace of absolute darkness

Where no birds  

Flew or squawked

It's mysterious ever watchful  

Eyes

Held me firmly transfixed

Like  

An ethereal heavenly hawk

Its bright white orbs  

Swallowed me whole

As it whispered  

Words

I'll remember  

Until I'm old

Within the light of day  

We appear

Your beloved and even I

To watch over  

And visit you

To see and follow  

All that you do

When we  

The blessed few

Waiting in the new 

Spectacular 

Bright white lights

In the glorious cathedrals of Atmos 

Shadowy arch

Cross over  

When allowed a brief time

Before we are eventually  

Reunited in a new form

To rejoice in hymn

Within your All Highs  

Divine Church

Depending upon  

The faith of your choice

To visit those we still  

Love

To leave a sign or sing  

A sonnet

Happily with echoes of our new voice as we too mourn  

  

Then in here  

At darkness

In  

The Great In-Between  

A place you all visit  

Whenever you fall asleep

In deep dreams  

We always appear

For real spiritual shapeshifters

Like us

Never really sleep

We just transform into Robins

Through a supernatural technique

For sometimes they are merely vessels

We use

Just one of our everlasting souls keeps

So if you see one  

And it sings

Looking straight at you

Remember this

It's a just a beloved love one

Maybe even me  

Archangel Gabriel

Channeling  

Through

And with that beautiful closing  

Line

It disappeared quietly

Back into the receding winds that whined

Of the Hidden Divine

And when I awoke at eight

I'm sure it met me

Sat on my garden's old wooden gate

My beautiful friend

Who loves to sit on the washing line

Whispering and singing

Hello

Sending shivers and  

Tingling

Shooting

As I remember that dream

All the way

Up and down  

My sinuous  

spine  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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