Calliope. The Muse sent by Angels.

 

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Amongst the murky misty encroaching images

Resonating temptation filled with seductive sin

A surreal scene the creators of Casablanca 

Would have been proud to call their very own

My new muse

Calliope 

Wandered and appeared

Walking like a real siren

Stepping straight into view

Wearing a stunning Fashionista's white dress 

She appeared right out of the blue 

Bent and with tasty red sweet lips

And French kissed me back into life 

Watched by cautious eyes

Who had sent her 

To help me get through

Dwellers 

Who stood hidden in the crescent glow 

Of the Full Strawberry Moon

Which hung high in the purple-hued sky 

Like an unearthly tribute to mortal pain 

Where all those suffering 

Made them an unconscious seat and bowed to welcome them in

Into their bedroom

In the falling night rain

I now seem to reach out earnestly to crave her soft touch 

As those old emotions of being alone 

That my spirit just once loved

To clutch

Systematically kneel  

Submitting to be slain 

Like a marked Cain

My Calliope came gliding in majestically last June 

Riding on the backs of handwritten messages

Exchanged through friends one glorious day 

As they discussed my story 

And all its many open and well-known wounds

Notes that said I was available now I've found freedom 

From old sacred vows of fidelity

Once spoken 

In hushed verses 

Which someone else had recently foolishly broken

We now stand firmly upright Whenever we meet

In straight lines 

In new lands of holding hands 

Whilst we're walking

Enjoying talking and telling each other funny stories 

Like meeting each other was foretold 

To be our calling

At this very moment as I sit here 

By the attic window 

By this old Riverside Cafe 

In the Parisian winter cold

Looking out in quiet meditation and contemplating 

How my once sad life

Suddenly turned to gold

I still in these quiet moments of soul-searching introspection 

Embrace my newly found harmonious serendipity 

And all these treasured moments and intimate reunions

Where two newly introduced souls 

With such effortless proclivity  

Merged together 

As if guided by a strange sense of supernatural compatibility

Was I carefully scrutinized by those Hidden Watchers 

I sometimes wonder 

Angels

Who stand on blue milk crates In those black unknown voids

Fluctuating between time and space

Trying to find ingenious strategies 

And heavenly constructs to illuminate

I hope 

My much cherished and treasured face

Who knows 

But now I've found a compatible world

A fascinating realm

Replenished endlessly with laughter

Celebrated and baptized at midnight 

By soft wanton lips

Which collide together so passionately

Forever 

I hope in close proximity

I may never know all the answers but in scripture 

Song of Solomon says

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. 

Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. 

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. 

Oh, how now it matters 

For while I used to be sinking slowly but surely

In those former dark ominous depths

Like a twisted scene 

Right out of Twin Peaks 

Sitting drunk and in love with shrewd old Mother Gin

And her kin 

Brother Depression and her twin sister

Madame Anxiety

All rebellious juveniles 

Of the Dark Angel of which I will not speak 

Beneath all those whispering entities 

Bringing worldly self-ruminating illuminations

Are we as human beings 

Simply all the foolish choices we make in the low junctures

Revealing themselves to us before dawn

In The Witching Hour

When we are weak and spiritually weary 

Forgetting our true selves and God-given powers

For I now know with the courage to call forth the light 

Love does call to us all

Even the self-righteous or the frightened 

If we can be brave enough to open up 

To embrace and welcome those who watch 

And their games of Astral Chess as we open up our souls

To plead for help and confess

We must I suppose

After talking to some of Father Times' much-admired guests

And his many mistresses 

As I walk this life and greet so many of its new witnesses

Always try to find the strength to overcome all that hides

Scurrying in the darkness of your mind 

And for your attention

Things casually waiting until the moment is right 

To maximize your depression

But still beyond this cosmic ever-swirling dust of reflection

As I still breathe

My heart beats slower each day as it now begs and pleads

Whenever I think of her my new muse

Calliope

My soul's only intimate secret

In a corrupted society 

Who holds in her soft delicate hands

All my beating Red Churches keys 

So here in this present moment 

As each joyous new day breaks upon the upcoming horizons

Within my mind 

As I take a deep breath and abruptly awake from contemplation

In this sea of silence

I still crave her pure voice and a little bit of her warm touch

For I know deep down as my soul for her yells

It will always be forever

For we have gone through a lifetime in such a short while

Ran through intense miles of pain 

And endured and conquered too much

And it's now why I live in hope as if caught living

Under a spell 

As I clutch and ring this metaphorical doorbell 

To be welcomed as just another kindred guest at 

The SoulMate Hotel  

Well thanks for reading but before I go

Always remember to ask for help 

Because you never know who's watching 

Sending love and light and always try to 

Look after yourself

(C)

Copyright John Duffy