A lonely ghost whispers

Surrounded by these

lit white candles 

As I sit here 

In this great stillness 

Filled with such proud grace 

Allowing soft tears to glide like the Egyptian Nile

And

embracing the sentimental  comforting

sanctification 

Of the salty water

Washing gently over my face 

I bind my mind to meeting you 

On that unforgettable afternoon 

Last June

You wore Gucci 

In black and gold and matching leather expensive bag 

The new moon whispered of such new beginnings 

But now 

When I see myself in this ethereal two-way smoke mirror 

I always see the tragic shadows of that old life and how it suddenly ended

Driving 

And smiling going home 

Then that deer jumped out 

As I stopped breathing and my heart surrendered

My Funeral 

The wake 

Then the silence 

As my name slowly receded from your worlds auditory radios 

We in here 

Listen to 

For our name being spoken 

To remind ourselves we are still remembered 

And I thank you for calling to me

For total silence means we are forgotten 

As so many sadly are 

When people get busy and all you are 

Is a familiar name at Christmas or on your birthday

So now I wish to stimulate that silence 

Reinvigorate it 

Into such a vibrational state

That our old devotion Loveliness and harmony 

Reaches you on Monday 

Our first anniversary

Allowing myself to find the space and grace 

To slow time down and reconnect 

While sending my manifestations out to take effect

I wish to spread our old love 

Like the beautiful scent

of Jo Malone's natural Bees

Coconut and Soy wax

Unto others 

Through this two-way scrying mirror 

To 

Those from my old life

Who still calls to me 

Sometimes 

In the great silence

On our interdimensional radio

In the hope that they too will feel our once-treasured love magic 

Before it all ended 

So tragic

And through them 

She knows I still miss her

So praising the four elementals 

Earth 

Air 

Fire and Water 

For their incantations to cross the constellations 

And create Way Stations 

In the hearts of others 

Sealed with these soul-lifting revelations

I now blow out these twelve white candles 

Lit before me

Dry my eternal eyes

Stare out into the sacred space between us

Releasing the intentions of my now still grey heart into the wild 

Thinking of you 

A red rose in the concrete 

Who always appears before me 

In black and gold 

Standing before my mirror as a living child in exile 

Slowly 

Alone 

Growing old

And with these words 

Ego semper amorem meum exspectes.

Ita fiat fiat 

(I'll always be waiting my love.

So mote it be)

I go

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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