Press play.
(A lone voice whispers)
Run to me
My only love
Through all of your life's wild woods
To reach my secret mountain glade
To where I'm stood
Waiting
Like a lone ash tree
Come to your destiny
As I stand chanting
In my circle of salt
Sending out spells in poetry
To enchant and call to you
Each night
Even when you prayed
A part of me still waits in those dark woods
In the deep unconscious recesses of your mind
Just hidden in the green ivy and shade
Where your deepest desires are confined and waylaid
Will you surrender and just come to me
For I will build inside you a new spiritual temple
With tender soft hands
A red beating altar
As its centrepiece
Filled with love's marching band's
To absolve all your fears
So search for me
In those unconscious recesses of your mind
Just hidden in the green ivy and shade
Where your deepest desires are confined and waylaid
To come to a new church
To be baptised and ordained
Walk through all that ceremonial smoke that chokes
Past the enticing pit fires
Surrounded and lit by temptations
Many crowds of enticing chanting liars
When you hear
Me calling
"De prisa, queda poco tiempo"
(Hurry, there is little time left)
"De prisa, queda poco tiempo"
To finally cross the wet sands and swim through the dark waters
To defeat
Death
To reach my mountain woodland glade
Inside
Where we can finally dance freely in glee
Amongst the deadly nightshade
And face the rise of the Full Winter Moon
Totally unafraid
Like Adam and Eve
As the rest of the world
Is falling
Manipulated by those indentured politicians and news presenters
Who like to gaslight and deceive
Wearing expensive suites and dolman white sleeves
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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