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Salute.
As she stood in the blustering winds
In the half-light
Of a secret candlelit Temple
Called Vias Vetitum
(Forbidden Ways)
Standing still
Looking stunning
After years of wildly running
Forever searching for the lost mythical Spring
Flowing with Love
The Maid
Called the Whispering Dove
Heard whispers
As a new song played
From high above
Tender words floated down
Surrounding her
Like gently blown Dandelion seeds
In those few seconds
Before the red rivers
Rose-colored scent could guide her
As it nearby flowed
A lone voice then whispered words
Her soul fire needs
Carried like a soft echo
In the midnight air
''Deep down
You know
The immortal stain
Of only laughter and pain"
Its low tone rang out like a toll keeper's golden bell
With a mighty yell
As that line was carefully spoken
Reminding her
Is love worth the risk
Of being so broken
If that's all
That remains
For if nothing is duly delivered
Like endless happiness
Sensuous loving
In smiling long nights
Will God appear in the half-light
Like a humble shadow
To explain
Where does love go
And as long as it takes to do this
To find new love
Is that how long you've got to wait
Maybe for eternity
As
Whispered by Morgana Dellacort's brother
Called
Alfonso Profane
For is there now
Only small victories
To be found in
second-hand memories
Emotional connections linked to out-of-date anniversaries
Of old love
Bad love
Grief love
Shy Love
Good love
Family Love
But all love
And even if no new love
Can be found in the deep depths of the Mythical Spring
Is that why God gave us all the profound gifts of memories
To help us
Let someone
Who knows us
Carry us with love
Into the next century
To sustain
Even if we can't find anyone to break us
Out of our own
Self-made penitentiary
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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