. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Babylon Dreams

Sunday, July 14, 2024

Babylon Dreams

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Foundation of the piece.


A lonely soul dreams of the past while looking in the mirrors of introspection.


Do you sometimes reflect on what has come and been lost, in those priceless quiet moments?


I wrote this today and slightly altered it. If you have already read it.

Salute.


Title:


Babylon Dreams 


The lone poet alone 

And old


Like a white feather

Blowing in all weathers 


From the deep Spring of emotions


To the Summer-land of devotion


Briefly landing with Autumn leaves before shattering into a millions verbs


In the Winters deep

freeze


Always remembers

Each and every December 


Before the snow 

The Greatest of all Picture Shows


When she was young 

Wild with her own truth and reason


Racing through all seasons

Urged on by

Poetic music


Aplenty


Shared with first love when she was twenty


But now always cold


She prays she remembers

How she once smiled


She looks in the mirror

Seeing how age has taken her smile away 


How life has banished her Garden of Eden filled with such things 


She remembers

Every day 


Puck lost in

Midsummer Night Dreams


King Solomon

Huckleberry Fin


Oberon

Bluebeard 


And so many 

Memorable things


She prays to the High Lords of The Faery


To rescind old age

Which has made her wary


To step into a new Babylon 

Of stories and poetry


Of muses

Confusion


Mystics and heretics


To climb hedges and ditches


Dance with angels and witches


Count gold with dwarves and elves


As they show themselves


But like every other night

With the hanging moon in sight


She knows that old magic is nearly gone


But still she dreams

 

Dreams with an indomitable heart


To wander lost

Like a lone ghost


In her new vision of Babylon 

 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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