Sunday Musing

Sunday Musings

Would you sacrifice all your unrestrained moments of self-imposed solitude

Just for a few evocative silver dimes 

To pay the Bondsman

To sail adrift 

Upon the treasured mystical schooner called Spiritual Attraction.

Just to be maybe seduced 

As your Life's sands

Shift

Or perhaps be eventually marooned

Would you still risk all

To finally walk barefoot and naked through Red and Black

Gardens of carnally addictive sins

Would you still wander lost through harsh ethereal sandstorms 

And emotional soul-draining monsoons

To simply find the right people to help make your heart 

Really ring out and sing

Would you pay the Toll Master 

To climb metaphorical dark mountains peaks and conquer

Seemingly endless fast-flowing tribulations of doubts 

Of the flesh 

To make your knees buckle 

And drop you to your hands 

Weak

Would you still sacrifice and risk all 

To find the ones who make your heart sing

Like those forgotten pilgrims upon 

Magnificent quests

Littered throughout history

Will you take off that seemingly immutable mask 

And light a candle to illuminate all your dark mysteries

To willfully stand naked

With fear residing tethered firmly 

In its Nine Circles Of Irreducibility

Are you brave enough to expose your innermost undertows 

And your libido's deepest vulnerabilities

If so 

You may be ready to walk in and ride within real Technicolor dreams 

Where happiness and completeness

Can't be bought with blood money or shiny diamonds 

That gleam

Are you ready to spend some of those much coveted evocative silvery dimes 

To sail adrift upon the treasured mystical schooner called Spiritual Attraction

To finally find the only one to utter 

You're mine

Whose name 

Dark skies whisper currently unseen

To eventually hold hands tightly 

As you both journey to lasciviously seductive mellifluous lands 

Where those escaping reality flee

And upon arrival 

Be ceremonially announced and saluted

By ghostly marching bands 

For free

Do you wish to slow dance sensuously

As your dimes are spent and willingly accepted unquestionably

As time slowly flows

To walk like a beacon 

Into the darkness of your omniverse 

Filled with dreams of assignations of the flesh

(I hope so)

(C)

Copyright John Duffy