You were like a rare silver daffodil
Blooming so beautiful
On the beaches of life
A husk filled with such unquenchable desire
Lit by a strange hypnotic yellow fire
A world of visceral emotional words to be explored
If one gained access
To walk
Upon those sacred shores
From wild
Primitive passions
To last throughout
Four unforgettable nights
To acts of pure divinity
To ignite all those
Privileged to be
Within sight
With ruby-red lips
To mystify and own
To dark eyes
To drown in
To atone
Hurricanes
Used to
Call your name
As did
Salt circles
In darkness
By those
With no name
But to me
You were just my
Deta
The complete queen
Who ran down my taxi
Meter
A princess born
On the streets
But brave enough
To follow
Where her heartbeats
Took her
God
I miss you
Your smile
Jokes
And that perfume you
Loved
That expensive rare one
That smelt like smoke
I had a visit
Late last night
From someone
I couldn't see
He said
You and me
Would walk on those shores
Once more
That hidden choirs would sing
Crowds of angels
Will gather
As golden bells
Ring
But here's the thing
It would take my death
To bring us together
Again
In five days
Two hours
And ten minutes
I should prepare
For Deta
Awaits
To be seen
On those
Yellow shores
Once again
Smiling
In silence
In
The Great In-Between
And who am I
To keep her
Waiting
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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