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A lone voice whispers
I first saw you
In a wild dream
Riding a white horse
Dressed from head to toe
In racy red
And racing green
In the lost lands
Of The Great In-Between
While scrying
The Tragic Darklands
Using Ayahuasca magic
Hoping you wouldn't see
For you looked so serene
It made my soul's lust levels
Scream out tragic prose
Which talented poets
Could use
To write new gospels
For you looked like
A midnight queen
Breaking through a dark lull
To look over your empires
Shadows and green meadows
But you saw me
Looking
Seeing a reflection
Of me
In your own handheld
Obsidian
Scrying mirror
And made my spirit
Shiver
Oh
My blood ran
Like a wild river
That day
For even though
I knew then
I loved you
In a sacred way
My old love
Called Life
In the land of the Living
Who are all men and women
Husbands and wives
Always whispered
Forgive her
For she needs more time
With me
For I'm like a wet teardrop
That she can't stop
I know what you've done
Though
You've put a spell on me
And it now follows me
Around
Everywhere I go
Like a hollowed-out curse
As I walk under the sun
I don't know why I always
Run
When you appear
In my silver scrying mirror
Since inside
When I scry away
To wastelands
Where lost fools play
I always cry and think
Maybe
On another day
When my old love leaves
You can stay
I didn't mean to break
Your heart
And tear you apart
But Lifes
Like a She-Devil
Who I love
As I still live and breathe
And I know
It doesn't care
But when I saw you
In a wild dream
As I stared
Into
The Great In-Between
Dressed in white lace
And racing green
After our first meeting
Whilst
Scrying
Those Dark Lands
Of gushing smoke
So you wouldn't see
You looked too beautiful
To be real
I know that sounds so crazy
But it made my soul's lust levels
Scream out a wild symphony
But then you saw me
Smiling
In my Scrying Mirror
And made my soul shiver
Oh,
My poor blood ran
Like a wild river
For now, I'm cursed to love you
Even More
But my old love
Who I adore
Life
Says forgive her
She needs more time
With me
For I'm like a wet teardrop
That needs time to stop
I know what you've done
For it follows me around
Now
Like a hollowed-out curse
As I walk under the sun
But The Bayou Queen says
On the sixth of December
You'll hold me
As my old wife surrenders
So that date remember
For on the sixth of December
You'll hold me
So that date remember
For she says
We'll then be together
Forever
In all weathers
But until then
Save our prophecy
Our Deuterogamy
So we can play
That eternal game
And fall in love
On that holy day
When I can no longer find
A sad reason
To run away
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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