(A lone voice whispers)
With wide crystalline eyes
Fluctuating between ever-shifting layers of happiness and fear
Ever watchful
With piercing orbs of tranquil blue
So deeply captivating whispering in their echo chambers
I really see you
I compose this small golden trinket
To some a tiny poem
But to those in the know
A spell
Whilst lost in the yellow sands of time
As I swirl through this fluctuating vortex
Will you read my offerings
As your minds listen to my gift of meter and rhyme
Can you feel that quickly rising crescendo of desire
Willing you to burn forever in my molten flames and yell
Inside internally
A new means to help extinguish those painful fires of
Such misery still found upon
Those tired old redundant roads of humanities dark traits
You may still walk on
Will you pray to me and implore for more
To push open the once-locked doors between us
Shall I welcome you through my red gates
My new neophyte to sit by the Babylonian River to talk
Do you seek a pathway through the dark woods
To walk to a sacred place where you are sensuously
Bathed and embraced
As we read you and see all those distant places
Where you once courageously visited and stood
Do you dream of entering such a safe and unjudgemental sanctuary
Hidden within divine branches and creeks
Where you are perpetually energized
And no longer feel weary
Unloved or weak
Do these sudden paroxysms turn your emotions
Once cold as ice to a new fire
I merely still ask
Will you take my hand forever
To walk past these dying lights of midnight
To a new realm
Filled with such hushed and unexplored mortal and spiritual delights
What says you
Shall I come about two to collect you
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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