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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