The Cemetery Letter Found

The Cemetery Letter Found

Marylou

In a dream, 

I met you in its dark space

Conjured by my prayers.

You wore bright blue

With a red rose in your blonde hair

And a soft smile on your beautiful face

Two souls

In a rare place 

Free from politics

Fear or complaints

I still sometimes dream and think of you

But dreams can be but silent heralds and banner men of a soul's starvation

And can lead to its spiritual destruction 

A slow starvation and spiritual destruction 

That can drive you insane with pain

A thought of which there is no debate

As one loses things to say, and prays to dream again

As it gets late

So today 

I find solace in my old Russian friend Dostoevsky

Melodramatic

Extreme 

Cerebral and drown like a fish in his incredible realism

So I now know

Like all realists do 

Sometimes you just have to let go

No more wandering barefoot in the snow in dreams

But to move on

To wake up even though inside you might hurt and pine

And realise

You just have to keep following life and walking in its straight lines

For sometimes lost and still dreaming of the past 

Can be one of life's secret Rodgers and Hammerstein

Theatrical crimes

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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