The Midnight Gardens of Magadorne

 

(A lone voice whispers.)

In The Midnight Garden

When the world sleeps

In Magadorne

I see you

Walking 

Dressed in expensive white lace

With such grace

Surrounded by celestial white butterflies

Serenaded by the sound 

Of a lone mesmerising horn

In an endless garden 

Of twinkling flowers

Reborn

As my soul pines

For the smell of your so-familiar perfume 

A glimpse of our wedding ring

Your hair

Across your beautiful face 

Willing you to look

My way

So I can taste your lips 

As I run my hard fingertips 

Across your soft hips

But you never look

Never see me 

As you and your heavenly entourage

Follow the twinkling flowers

Down to the river

Then to disappear 

Out of sight

This happens to me

Every night

In surreal dreams

When the world sleeps

As I find myself

Stranded

Like a new

Robinson Crusoe

In The Midnight Gardens

Of Magadorne

Where grief lives

In human form

And Mr. Desire

Stands and proudly blows

It's diamond-studded

Horn

To summon 

The celestial butterflies

So watching spirits

In the Ether

Beyond time and space

Can gather

With popcorn

To watch me

Walk my walk

My walk of painful

Memories

In their special inter-dimensional place 

Watching ghosts of the past

Pass by

With no expressions

Or emotional energy 

For they are the only fragments of my past

I treasure

A beloved memory of you 

I remember 

Whenever I wake

I had the pleasure 

To share 

Only but 

Yesterday

In The Midnight Gardens 

Of Magadorne

Where every night

You are reborn

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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