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Shall we begin?
Amongst the murky misty
encroaching images
A surreal scene
the creators of Casablanca
Would have been proud
to call their very own
My new muse
An angel called Calliope
Wandered and appeared
walking like a real siren
Straight into my view
Wearing a stunning
fashionista's white dress
She appeared
right out of the blue
Bent
and with tasty red sweet lips
French kissed me
back into life
Watched by cautious eyes
Who had sent her
to help me get through
Dwellers
Ancestors and spirit guides
Who stood hidden
in the crescent glow
of the Full Strawberry Moon
Which hung high
in the purple-hued sky
Like an unearthly tribute
to mortal pain
Where all those suffering
Made her a seat
and bade her
Welcome into their
bedroom
And in the falling night rain
I now seem to reach out
earnestly to crave her soft touch
As those old emotions
of being alone
Systematically kneel
Submitting
to be slain
My Calliope
came gliding in
Majestically last June
Riding on the backs
of handwritten spiritual
messages
Exchanged through eternal
friends
one glorious day
As they discussed my story
and all it's many open
and well-known wounds
Notes that said I was available
Now I've found freedom
from old sacred vows
of fidelity
Once spoken
In hushed verses
which someone else
had recently foolishly broken
We now stand firmly
upright
Whenever we meet
In straight lines
In new lands of holding
hands whilst we're walking
Enjoying talking
and telling each other
funny stories
Like meeting each other
was foretold to be our calling
At this very moment
as I sit here
By the attic window
by this old Riverside Cafe
In the Parisian winter cold
Looking out in quiet confinement
and contemplating how my once sad life
Suddenly turned to gold
I still in these quiet moments
of soul-searching reflection
Embrace my newly found
harmonious serendipity
And all these treasured moments
and intimate reunions
Where two newly introduced souls
with such effortless proclivity
Merge together
as if guided by a strange sense of
supernatural compatibility
Was I carefully scrutinized
by those Hidden Watchers
I sometimes wonder
Angels
Who stand on blue milk crates
in those black unknown voids
Fluctuating between time and space
Trying to find ingenious strategies
and heavenly constructs
to illuminate
I hope
my much cherished
and treasured face
Who knows
but now I've found a compatible
world
A fascinating realm
replenished endlessly
with laughter
Celebrated and baptized
at midnight by soft wanton lips
Which collide together so passionately
Forever I hope in close proximity
I may never know all the answers
but in scripture
Song of Solomon says
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm,
for love is strong as death,
jealousy is fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
the very flame of the Lord.
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.
Oh, how now it matters
for while I used to be sinking slowly
but surely
In those former dark ominous depths
like a twisted scene
out of Twin Peaks
Sitting drunk and in love
with shrewd old Mother Gin
and her kin
Brother Depression
and her twin sister
Madame Anxiety
All rebellious juveniles
of the dark angel
of which I will not speak
Beneath all those whispering
entities
bringing worldly self-ruminating
illuminations
Are we as human beings
simply all the foolish choices
we make in the low junctures
revealing themselves to us
before dawn
The Witching Hour
When we are weak and spiritually
weary
Forgetting our true selves
and God-given powers
For I now know
with the courage to call forth
the light
Love does call to us all
Even the self-righteous
or the frightened
If we can be brave enough
to open up to embrace
and welcome those who
Watch
and their games of Astral Chess
as we open up our souls
to confess
We must I suppose
after talking to some of Father Times'
much-admired guests
and his many mistresses
As I walk this life and
greet so many of its new
witnesses
Always try to find the strength
to overcome all that hides
scurrying in the darkness
of your mind
Fighting for your attention
Just casually waiting
until the moments right
to maximize your depression
But still beyond this cosmic
ever-swirling dust of reflection
as I still breathe
As my heart beats slower
each day as it now begs and pleads
Whenever I think of her
my new muse
Calliope
My soul's only intimate secret
in a corrupted society
who holds in her soft delicate hands
All my beating
Red Churches keys
Here in this present moment
as each joyous new day
breaks upon the upcoming horizons
Within my mind
as I take a deep breath
and abruptly awake from contemplation
In this silence
I still crave her pure voice
and a little bit of her warm touch
For I know deep down
as my soul for her yells
It will always be forever
For we have gone through a lifetime
in such a short while
Ran through intense miles of pain
and endured and conquered
too much
And it's now why I live in hope
as if caught living under a spell
as I clutch and ring this
metaphorical doorbell
To be welcomed
as just another kindred guest at
The SoulMate Hotel
Well thanks for reading but before I go
Always remember to ask for help because you never know who's watching
Sending love and light and always try to
Look after yourself
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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