A lover's dream

 A voice whispers in the dark at 3 a.m.

I'll never kneel to pray no more because I won't idolise 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's, transformational 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, and in all my hidden tributaries, swim? 

Maybe, but I reckon we'll never know.

So I'll let go of my 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 love of any kind is never low key.........

(C)

Copyright John Duffy