Do you remember a kiss that still haunts you to this very day, in moments of quiet introspection?

 

Do you remember a kiss that still haunts you to this very day, in moments of quiet introspection?

Title:

Scrying Mirror Dreams 

(A lone voice whispers)

I can subliminally feel 

All those sad fears

Rhythmically 

Swirling like sharpened kitchen knives

Within all my world old choices

Which still cuts me so deep

Like cold Tamahagane steel

Above all this new

Life's 

Now old noises

I can just see you 

Sitting there

In your darkened bedroom

Somewhere

Surrounded by your favourite red roses 

Dressed in that familiar soft white lace

With translucent tears

Running down 

Your beautiful face

Thinking of me

As a lone crone

In a faraway forest

In triumph 

Sings 

And rejoices

Overjoyed by her spells

Creating turmoil 

Through fake excuses and tragic surprises

In you

For

I know

It's not fair

What you're going through

But trust me

I'm going through it

Too

For 

This thing we once started

This inexplicable thing

This molten fire that still burns

 

Like it's taboo

Since we parted

Reaches so deep

Inside

I just can't sleep

Can't work

Can't recall

How many times

I've cried

Brokenhearted

For I remember

Those sweet salad days

Before our love

Died

And as we parted our ways

I always remember

Walking on the beach

With the girl next door

Who came to me

Unexpectedly

Like a serene gift 

From The Holy Sea

Gently fluttering by

To say hello

Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly

But now

We are 

But two 

Lost souls

With nowhere to go

Just wondering around

In familiar round circles

And looking into 

This purple haze

The very mouth of this black abyss

I see

Before me

Looking at the mistakes

We once made

In my obsidian scrying mirror

As our tarot cards 

Were first laid

When we first kissed

While we walked

Its tired pavements

In its maze

I pray and hope you still

Think of me

The ghost

Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing butterfly

From the Realms

Of The

Great In-Between

Sent to love you

To remind you

You're so special

An astral envoy

Sent like a 

Spiritual Kestrel

To inspire others 

Especially those

That suffer in silence

So turn that Southern Country music 

Up high

To drown out your world's violence 

For a light like yours

Must shine

And it's why

This old ghost

Can never say goodbye

For our old love story 

Lives beyond

The seas of that black abyss

Forever 

Spinning

In perpetual glory

In my old memories

Of our

First poetic kiss

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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