The Beloved Passenger

(A lone voice whispers.)

There's a dark hole 

In the middle of my eternal soul 

And my beloved mother  

Lives there 

And I carry her 

Around with me 

Everywhere 

I now go

She climbs out 

You know

Just after midnight 

Whenever I sleep 

To put on a truly magical show

Showing me treasured memories of old

Using her supernatural kaleidoscope 

When night time

I can no longer 

Fight 

While sitting on my chest 

Dressed in all her glorious Sunday church best

Whispering 

Strange spells 

That bind me 

In total bondage 

To an old beautiful age 

When she once lived 

And we were happy 

Together 

Especially at Christmas

But now she's died 

Instead of saying 

Goodbye 

And sending her crying  

Scurrying into

The Dark Lands of No Sound 

Where I'll forever 

Miss her

A fissure in time 

Where the Black Nightingales fly 

I now just carry her 

Around 

In that dark hole 

In the middle of my soul 

An exquisite place 

Decorated with such incredible memories 

And a new home where she's guides me to cling on to hope

And to never lose control

The true one I've always loved and known 

My mother 

Who I'll carry around 

Until I'm too called 

To The Dark Lands of No Sound

Where she can finally climb one last time 

Out of that majestic hold and we can run

Around 

Hand in hand

Singing extraordinary songs of happiness 

To echo into the stillness of eternity 

For our joy 

In togetherness will be endless

All over those holy grounds

In a new form of preciousness

© 

Copyright John Duffy

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