. Poetry from The Great In-Between: A whisper for an old mind

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

A whisper for an old mind




Lost 

in this unrepentant noise of life as it seduces


Consumes and beguiles


As those magical words 

conjured from the deep crimson lips 


Of your inner mind

Reaches out to hypnotise mine


Words which once laid lost 

but now found 


In the transient music of the unknown and forlorn


How my inner light shines ever brighter


As it repeats 

your beautifully written words 


With my softly spoken voice 

Above the unrepentant noise


My skin comes alive 

like the Great Canopies 


In unexplored jungles 

In the deepest of Africa at dawn


I just dream

A continuous fantasy


Which infuses my bloodstreams and veins with copious energy


There has always been subtle moments


Throughout long-lost days 

and cold nights


When that irresistible longing


And need seemed too much


When I pined hourly 

for just a feel of your touch


Would I be abandoned like another slave


To the four winds by unrequited love


Forever burning 

Spinning endlessly 


In desires salacious red fires


Just hoping to walk within your shadows


Or sate my thirst and hunger 


With just a glimpse of you passing 

By my pale white window


I'll still look out for you there


Just to see you 

Standing by the well 

By that old apple tree


To break me free from this dark dream


As I walk, trapped in a never-ending limbo


It's where I turn to each night 

As I think of you and stare out my window


How do I reach you


Those old road maps 

and contacts are still yours to give


For they are your secrets 

you still purposely keep


Of those lands, 

Those beautiful grounds on which you still stand upon


There may be uncertainty and unexplored hordes and mountains 


To conquer between us


Grimoires of Gossip 

whispered in the dark to keep us apart


But still, I send this message out


If you are reading this


We meet now in the Astral planes of dreams, 

where we need no formal introductions


As we already know, our truly secretive god given names


In the many still alive treacheries 


Which may still surround your broken heart like 

She'ol as you traverse this world


When you feel lost and lonely 


Know my red candle still burns even through all the storms


When you feel trapped and breathlessness spins your overthinking emotions


Remember me

Thinking of you just over the world's many oceans


Standing patiently under that red old lamp post by the Red Churches wrought iron old gates


No matter how late

Maybe we'll last forever


But if I'm gone before you arrive


If you wait too long, and I eventually disappear and die


I'll leave you a red envelope 

under the white stones 

by the gate post on the left


In it is my road map

to the stars where I will now stay and reside 

and will always wait


Where I will now stand by an alabaster church and wait under its white lamp post by its sparkling wrought iron white old gates


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

 

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