Have you heard them call?

(A lone voice whispers)

In my dying fire 

At any given midnight

Or in their faint amber embers 

In any particular silvery 

Light of day

Right before the Blackbirds 

Or Crows 

Come out to play

They 

The Night Rulers 

Of such lucid empires 

So dim but always so well lit 

Those who stand patiently waiting 

On my many unseen bayways

In strange mystical 

Lands of such Contradiction 

Dressed 

For adventure or

Flight

Always 

Smiling with 

Shiny eyes 

Looking my way

Dressed in black and white 

To lure strangers 

Like me  

To their incredible bright places 

To swim 

Talk or slow walk 

Carefree 

Within dreams 

Red Rivers

Hidden in the Great Fissure 

Out of sight 

Where the invited  

Can then kneel and pray 

  

When they're summoned 

With these softly spoken lines 

In Latin 

Esto sicut servus

Donum in somniorum

et estote parati ad nos

Maiores et manes

Exspecto et

Stans

Ad flavum & rubeum litora

Magni Inter (L)

Come be like a slave 

In our gift of dreams

And be ready for us 

Ancestors and ghosts 

Waiting and

Standing 

On the yellow and red shores 

Of The Great In-Between

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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I have recurring dreams quite often with strangers, I've never met. 

And always wonder in quiet moments, when I'm awake ;

Are they standing waiting for me to dream?