The Ember Fields

Every clock in here 

These old wooden ones

As they tick

They remind me of you

Every single second

Every single minute 

Carries luminescent memories 

Of all the wild but adorable things

We used to do

As they suddenly manifest

Like a magician's trick

Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat

It would carry drum beats of revelations

So true

I would die once more

In palpable bliss

If I could write a parable

It would only be

I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin

And a taste of your red Guerlain lipstick

But got distracted

By the sweet voice

In the darkness

That strives

All good things to 

Underpin

Through sin

And now

In The Great In-Between 

My parable 

If deciphered by an illuminated one would read

If love is offered

Freely and

Willing 

Clasp it

Hold it and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights

Reflections of you

Shine so bright in this ever-hot dust

From dawn to dusk

Showcasing your image

To the empty husks of the Ascended Ones

Night and day

That litter The Lord's Way

Come what may

So while the Baylore energies 

Magnify my thoughts into these words

Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine

I'll see you soon

Skyclad in blue

In your deepest of dreams

And wide-eyed

Mighty and free

We'll be reunited once more

But not like Orpheus and Eurydice

To be snatched away by a lack of trust

But forevermore

And that's why 

My love

I still see your reflection 

In these Embers Fields

In this everlasting dust

In every single second

And minute

As these tired wooden clocks tick

From dawn to dusk

To remind me I miss you

And that's why I'll never yield

For now, I know true love

And all emotions 

It reveals

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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