Whispers in the Low Hours. Jonas.

 (A lone voice whispers.)

I still remember you

Those hypnotic blue eyes

That all-consuming white smile

For those imprinted memories

Pound

Like King Kong's heartbeat

In the morning sunrise

Colonizing like Palos Verdes Blue Butterflies

Memories of us 

Walking hand in hand

Laughing and joking 

Down Mayors Street

Enjoying life

Visiting friends and new places 

In the Summer's heat

Making plans

To be complete

In the snow season

But life has a cruel way

Of taking things away 

Without no apparent reason 

So now

Remembering you

Is all I can do

We married

In June

On the twenty-first 

Underneath

The Cherry Moon

The priest loved it

But Angels must have been playing pontoon

With my life's cards

For I died 

So soon

So now

Remembering you

Is all I can do

When

Looking at that

Pale Red Veil

Our own monolith

Shimmering like molten volcanic molten lava

On Towers Way

In the distance

Where the living live

Through its portal

While we watch

But can never touch

Because our new laws

Written in blood at the bottom of Towers Way 

Ban interference

So we the Shadow Walkers

Memory stalkers

Wait

For its all, we can do

As we gather in huge paranormal circles 

Praying for Peter

With these words

To baptise and let us in

በረከት ይብዛላችሁ።

ወደ ቤታችን እንሂድ.

bereketi yibizalachihu.

wede bētachini inihīdi

በእነዚያ በተቀደሱ በሮች

be’inezīya betek’edesu berochi

(Blessings be upon you. 

Let us go home.

Through those sacred gates)

When he deems us 

Washed and free 

From the clutches of so tempting sin

So now

Remembering you

Is all I can do

For those hypnotic blue eyes

That all-consuming white smile

Those imprinted memories

Pound

Like King Kong's heartbeat

Forever

As I wait to go through those silvery gates

And dream one day

We'll walk hand in hand

Knee-deep into the holy river

In Heaven

Together 

And then just disappear 

To live in the New Jerusalem

   

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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