Dreaming about strands of an unfinished love
On an undulating blue and green sea
Mentally riding the fast midnight pain train
Of broken visions that plead to remain
As these sad tears sit snug
Inside me
As my loyal and so familiar companions
Waiting for my eyes loving hug
Filled with feverish dreams
That I cannot let blow out
Like a white pristine
Funeral candle and let die
My soul takes flight
Late
Every night
Searching for its port key
Over all it see's
Looking for its only dandelion home
To a place beyond
The stars
All mortal idealisms
Personal wars like Flanders Fields
Raw emotions
Linked to darkened
Old rooms
Of compartmentalized memories
And so many other complications
Which can quickly turn
Into torturous situations
Where pure daydreams
Can no longer thrive
But in pain
Cry out for exculpation
And redemption
To survive
Begging for Despair
To be excommunicated from this church
For it will never yield
And as it returns
Walking back
From paths concealed
With fruits of The Hunt
Found beyond
The likes of
Flanders Fields
To me
It's host and living ghost
Bildo Maldeano
Whose flesh it uses
As its shield
We once more merge
Together as one
And begin to run
As we both know
My mortal time is nearly done
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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