. Poetry from The Great In-Between: A Lovers Confession

Sunday, July 9, 2023

A Lovers Confession

 



Press Play. Salute.


(A lone voice whispers.)


I'll never kneel to pray no more 


Because I won't idolize anyone this way

 Anymore.


I can't hold back my souvenirs of fears any longer


Though my tears still stain this grey uniform 


I restfully wear


As I continuously look for a new sanctuary to rest

So my soul can repair


I've got to take all those heartfelt condemnations


 With me


For with you 

I've smiled, shouted, and screamed in joy 


To last for a thousand years

Constantly pushed to live the illuminated man's

Hidden underground dream



But what I wouldn't do now

Just to be with you



I know I must neglect all those painful memories


 And try to go on and find the resilience I need


To let you go free

Just like a midnight lantern


Filled with good wishes and introduced into a New Year's Eve


Transformational Nights' sky

To fly so high



To step away and shut that badly worn door


And let my existence go on like Adam


Who once loved Lilith 

Prior to Eve


Before they went outside the Greatest of All Gardens 


And all his first love for her

He silently always grieved


Would we be better off 

if I had pulled all my barriers down


And let you in so totally

To climb in all my hidden tributaries, and swim


Maybe, but I reckon we'll never know


So I'll let go of my metaphysical claim on you


But you may call down someday in the near future unknown


In the falling rain or snow


For this painful love we once beautifully shared


Will keep us safe throughout the blinding of the heart


The silence in the mind


For this love, we once experienced in the darkness 

Beyond the light


Will go through a new phase of rediscovering


Rewriting our tragic love story 

Like a modern-day Fyodor Dostoevsky


For humanity is sometimes incredibly


And intensely in love with all forms of suffering


And love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity


Whenever and forever described in relation to true love


As if in poetry or wishful dreams


For a love of any kind is never low key.........

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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