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Like an old wounded soul
Returning from waging
a spiritual war
in my own never-ending
version of Armageddon
In the mythical
middle East
Where I eventually subjugated
and slaughtered
my own inner fears
Which paraded around
like a crimson-red beast
I saw you again
my kin
like a surreal beautiful nightingale
In a deep incredible dream
Slowly looking my way
in the bustling crowds
In the Great In-Between
With such exquisite
dark extraordinayy eyes
Such climactic things
I'll reflect upon
Until that final expedition home
That preordained
mournful day
When I'll finally whisper
and softly say
Goodbye Mother Earth
And willingly collapse
to eventually die
We were once
completely heartbroken
outsiders
Lost on life's so
complicated unexplored
wild roads
Just stuck on it's
sad ever-moving fast trains
Seemingly permanently
riding around in
revisited tragic circles
In life's never-ending
falling rain
But with that memory
Of that one glance,
within that one look
I took by chance,
I knew then why I was
continually hooked
We had surreptitiously
found a new hidden hand
signal
To an underground realm
Where we trafficked emotions
mysteriously
And no longer felt lonely
or tainted
Emotions
to help us stop walking
through life feeling
Jaded
like one of the painted
condemned
It must have been fate
or divine Gods
using synchronicity to be kind
For when I saw you
I finally remembered
a long-lost memory
That floated up to that
undulating cerebral cortex
Within my mind
A vision that we were
married together
in another time
Forever deemed
to be just happy
in another lifetime
But sometimes this version
Of life doesn't play fair
and I again
Have to kneel
and blow you
a soft tender kiss
Put some beautiful red roses
on your much-beloved grave
As I remember
all those fateful mistakes
I once unfortunately made
And as I return
from fighting my anxiety
Drinking Southern Comfort
to drown out the stress
On my nightly crusades
I know you'll return
to love me once more
wherever you are
No matter how far
For we'll be both soon reborn
Because this universe
was told to baptize us
to never be apart
And who am I
to judge the great Almighty
The true King of the Graveyard
Who holds all those sacred
secrets
Of the heart?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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