Eternal Dreams of Jeremiah

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

Can a divine spark

survive through furtive exchanges between two lost, but reunited old souls, separated by society or other otherworldly barriers?

Some ask me

In here

So let's see

For

She always stands quietly 

In the falling rain

In the lower levels of

The Great In-Between

Like a lost white feather

Swaying in its four winds

Consummation of longing

Between our enchanted

Eyes speak

A familiar secret language

But now spent living

I always

Find a way

To connect 

For you see

I always see her in my

Mysterious

Music filled

White Room

Just by Imaginations

Purple and green seas

In my deepest of dreams

That mysterious lady just

Across the blue portal

Just spiritually living

Next door

Now that I'm immortal

Who knows not what

It truly means

As she stands

Patiently waiting

On unvisited

Sandy sea shores

All those silent sultry exchanges

In vibrant lucid poetic dreams

Between two enamored beings

Where

Her dark eyes

Always holds me so still

But I never fight

Or resist

For

I just love the energy

The seductive electricity

The visceral scent and

All consuming exhilarating

Thrill

As

She always slowly

Undresses me

In that White Room

With light invisible touches

Her deep hypnotic eyes

Devours

My form completely

Never discreetly

And there her higher self still

Stands over the bluest of

Oceans 

Waiting to enter Dreams Astral Portal

Alone in the falling

Summers

Warm rain

In the lower levels

Of The Great In-Between

Staring into the distance

Does she want me

To fly over and sweep

Her off her sand clad feet

And then

Escape to newer streets

Into a new realm

So far away

To

Lay entwined in bed all-day

Sipping expensive champagne

Exchanging deep conversations

United

Once more

Within a new nation

Under the full moon

As our hearts beat

And constantly sing

But as always 

He

Comes and

Breaks the spell

With his deep booming

Summoning yell

And as she blinks

And still stares at me

Through rain-swept eyes

Before she goes

I secretly know too

What she knows

That

Morpheus

The Greek

Who is the Gangmaster

Of all who sleep

Is summoning us

Home

I smile as I begin to slowly

Vanish

As my frequency loses hold

But we both know

This is simply a

Part of a new form of living

Until her time to truly step over

Having deep dreams

For we are but

Beyond the norm

For

We'll reappear

Tomorrow

Even though now

We're been quickly

Banished

In a new form

For every night

We sleep

Our unspoken love

And unbreakable

Friendship

Is but constantly

Reborn

Even though

Meeting in flesh

Is a sacred thing

We secretly mourn

(C)

Copyright John Duffy