. Poetry from The Great In-Between: A lonely ghost whispers

Friday, June 30, 2023

A lonely ghost whispers

 


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Salute.


(A lone voice 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 so with these magical words 


Goodbye for now


Ego semper amorem meum exspectes.


Ita fiat fiat 


(I'll always be waiting my love.


So mote it be)


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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