Les Prophéties

 

Le Prophéties

Lost 

in this unrepentant noise of life as it seduces

Consumes and beguiles

Everything I own at Christmas 

As all these magical words conjured from the deep crimson lips 

Of your inner mind

Reaches out to hypnotise mine

Words which once laid lost on wet shelves

But now found 

In the transient music of the unknown and forlorn

Deep in my inner self

How now my inner light shines ever brighter

As it repeats your beautifully written words 

Like a never-ending all-nighter

With my softly spoken voice 

Above the unrepentant noise

While my goose pimpled skin comes alive 

Like the Great Canopies 

In the unexplored jungles 

In the deepest of Africa at dawn

I now just dream

A continuous fantasy

Which infuses my bloodstreams and veins with copious energy

For there has always been subtle moments

Throughout some 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

Thinking

Would I be abandoned like another slave

To the four winds by unrequited love

Forever burning and

Spinning endlessly 

In desires salacious red fires like a lonesome white dove 

Just hoping to walk within your shadows

Or sate my thirst and hunger 

With just a glimpse of you passing 

By my eyes two way windows

So in this half light of living

I still look out for you somewhere walking and living out there

Just to see you again

Like the last time I saw you

Standing next that old farms well 

By that old cooking apple tree

Looking to see you

So I can break free from this dark dream

As I walk, trapped in this never-ending limbo

And so it's here where I return to each night 

As I think of you and stare out my bedroom dust covered window 

How do I reach you

I 

In quiet moments

Ponder

For all those old road maps and contacts are still yours to give

For they are your secrets you still might purposely keep

Of those lands,

Those beautiful grounds which you still stand upon

I know 

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

Like a letter from my own 

Nostradamus book of Le Prophéties

So if you are reading this

One day in futures home

You'll know 

We'll meet in the Astral planes of dreams, 

Like Titanic's 

Rose and Jack where we'll need no formal introductions

As we already know, our truly secretive god given names

Because by then 

We'll be beyond 

The many still alive treacheries 

Which may still surround your broken heart like She'ol 

As you traverse your world

So I write this in my closing page of my Les Prophéties

Whenever 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 old lamp post by the Red Church's wrought iron gates

No matter how late

Maybe we'll last forever

In some shiny new world 

But if I'm gone to a higher or lower realm before you arrive

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

I'll leave you a tear stained envelope underneath the white stones 

By the huge gate post hinges on the left

And in it is my road map to the stars where my memory will now stay 

Reside and survive 

As I look for you 

From somewhere new

Wondering

Can true love heal what two need 

To really begin to heal

Free from the clutches if human or spiritual 

Jealously or sin

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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