. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Echo's in the Long Night of the Soul

Sunday, September 8, 2024

Echo's in the Long Night of the Soul


(A lone voice whispers)


Like a visceral arrow

Of golden luminosity


My heart

Shattered and exploded


When we once

Spoke in hushed secretive

Lullabies


Two strangers who

Through synchronicity

First met


While Times eternal candle

Slowly burnt and eroded


As we mentally entwined and

Eventually, metaphysically

Became as one


With a long deep French

Spiritual kiss


In the dying embers of

Midnight's burning desire


We consummated our union

Blessed by the silvery rays

Of the midnight sun


And as we dreamt in-between


We became married lovers forever

A rekindling of a rebirth


A new reunion


Now

Protected and just blessed

Wherever and

Whenever we slept


Beautiful angels watching

Hidden in the cosmic dust

Just hidden from sight


Sang a melodic

Symphony of Amor

Just for us


To be the eternal seducer's

Of the body and mind


Throughout the darkest of

Long nights


And as we pondered

Our brief moment in

Eternity


We caressed Father's Times

Interest


And he held back his long reach


When we made plans

For the future


Conversing

In the early morning afterglow


As our now

Newly connected minds


Walked together on the velvety


Soft yellow sands of unknown

Beaches


Our hearts must have been beating

Within an all-consuming singularity


As we smiled

And held each other's soft gaze


Free from all

Beguiling members

Of society


We each silently wondered

Could this be the one?


For

Love ignites a tempestuous

Magnificent fire


Of such an intense magnitude


That we are either consumed

Willingly by its glorious

Crimson flames


Or burnt forever


But still, we seek it out

For we must!


For

It's simply

An old escape


A magnificent treasure

Bestowed from high above


A simple true spiritual gift


May you receive it at least once

Within your lifetime


Like a blazing arrow of

Golden luminosity


May it at least once

Pierce your beating

Beautiful heart


Once upon your long

Perilous journey home


Setting your soul on fire

And helping your soul to atone


From all your wrongdoings and misdeeds


For some say


It's

Like a strange

Philosophers Stone


Has its visceral arrow

Found you yet


And are you but another

Just walking blinded and


Love drunk on its

Hypnotic all consuming mead


As you stumble through

Father Times' ever-changing meadows


As he smiles and watches


Just hidden in the long reeds

Of time


As you ride one of his many

Wild evocative


Crimson and white

Horses


I hope so



I can only hope and pray you find the courage to let all your fears go


To find the one who

Drinks from your soul


Copyright John Duffy

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