Grief Revisited

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Every clock in here 

Even these old white wooden ones

As they tick so regimentally

Reminds me of you

Every single second

Every single minute 

Carries luminescent memories 

Of all the wild but lovely things

We used to do together 

As they suddenly manifest

Like a magician's trick

Of pulling a red rose 

Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat

It would carry loud drum beats of revelations

So true

I would die once more

In palpable bliss

If I could write a parable

It would only be

I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin

And a taste of your red lipstick

Within one welcoming kiss

But got distracted

By the sweet voice

In the darkness

That strives

All good things to 

Underpin

And now

In The Great In-Between 

My parable 

If deciphered by an Illuminated One would read

If love is offered

Freely and

Willing without sin

Or greed

Clasp 

Hold and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights

My reflections of you

Shine so bright in this ever-hot interdimensional dust

From dawn to dusk

Showcasing your image

To the empty husks 

Of the Ascended Ones

Night and day

That litter 

The Lord's Way

Come what may

So while these Baylore energies 

Magnify my thoughts into these words

Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine

I'll see you soon

Skyclad in blue

In your deepest of dreams

Wide-eyed

Mighty and cancer free

We'll be reunited once more

But not like Orpheus and Eurydice

To be snatched away by a lack of trust

But forever 

And that's why 

My love

I still see your reflection 

In these embers 

In this everlasting dust

In every single second

And every single minute

As these tired wooden clocks tick

From dawn to dusk

As the empty husks 

Of the Ascended Ones

Watch

Night and day

That litter 

The Lord's Way

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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