The Sailors Monologue

 (A lone voice whispers)

Take this
As a now bearable parting gift 

From someone who will always love you 

The most 

As we bid our last painful goodbyes 

After renouncing
All known ties 

And departing 
Like two lonely unloved ghosts 

Into life's
Slow moving mists 

For
It's been a wonderful dream 

But the dark god
Deimos 

From The Great In-Between
Now let in 

By emerald eyes
Hidden or seen 

To slow shadow walk
Towards us 

As we drift 

Has gloriously
Destroyed us 

Smiling
Wearing 

A white Captain Bligh
shirt and 

Old nineties
Faded
Levi's blue jeans 

Grinning like a mad fool
In our slipstream 

At the joy and wonder

Of all our frail emotional screams 

Which creep in

In extreme
Sinful ways 

As we fall apart
At the seams 

In the fading lights
Each midnight 

Or in so many dark secretive corners 

Everyday 

For our deep love

Like an abandoned
Nightingale 

Has upped suddenly
And flown
Away 

Once
In a vision
Or a divine play 

I saw you 
Lovingly 

Looking my way
On Malibu Street 

But now
Feeling cold and
Numb 

Eating crumbs of
Defeat 

Like an outcast
A leper 

A reborn
Fletcher Christian 

Sailing away
On a new mission 

I beg you

Please look away 

For even though 

I'm broken in two 

Constantly 

Thinking of you 

My sad heart
Will once more soar 

Like Martial Eagle
In full flight 

When true love
Eventually returns 

And she knocks
Hard 

On my tired hearts
Beating
Door 

Pleading to be let in
But until then 

Gossips  
Racketeers
Gaslighters 

And every incarnation of the known Devil 

Hear my rebellious lions roar 

As my soul

Stands so ready and majestically
Tall 

Holding a golden sharp diamond-encrusted sword called Hope 

Clutching a solid silver shield

With 

Veniet Amor Cum Paratus Sum (L)

Inscribed on the front in gold 

Love will come when I'm ready 

To banish despair
Forevermore 

For this pain and old memories are no longer civil 

So here I stand
In pure spirit 

On
Freedoms 
Sandy
Yellow shores 

As my higher self 

Prepares
To go to war 

To earn some more
Golden and red medals 

For my old true love
Has walked right out of my life 

And joy doesn't live here
Anymore 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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Deimos /ˈdaɪmɒs is the personal god of dread and terror in Greek mythology