The Calling

 Foundation.

Have you ever met someone where everything just clicked but then, for whatever tragic reason?

They just disappeared? 

The Calling

(A lone male, clutching an old photograph at midnight. Whispers, as a single white prayer candle burns)

Let me in

I whisper into this rising grey smoke 

Let its wispy tendrils carry up my plea's to wherever you are

No matter how far

Hear me

For I'm looking back at our old feverish memories, in these black and white fairground pictures 

In this semi-darkness

Between these two great voids

Separating me and you and so many others

Let me in

Through the ethereal panes of shattered astral glass

Filled with tangible strands of much-loved recollections

So I can once again cross the deep oceans of the Hippocampus

Flying for days and nights in and through its episodic sunshine, and rocky shores

So I can warm you with my old love

For I will never stop looking and calling

And lighting these white prayer candles

Hoping you're listening to this 

Somewhere 

Wherever you are

Listening and hearing my voice reading 

My heart's whispered secretive spells, which l will forever yell

In silence throughout the day and in feverish whispers at night

So let me in 

Now, it's midnight

To reach that forbidden place which connects all things

The Maelstrom 

But which stays hidden, as it holds you in its tight grip of a new seclusion

Especially, when everything 

Just goes wrong 

I can only pray my words are carried like an angels song, to make your beautiful eyes blink 

By this grey smoke gushing skyward from my incense candle, in these rushing four winds

Which will help to guide me 

To find a way, to try to find you again

Be it on Earth or in Heaven

So we can continue what we once found in our old lifetime

A beautiful treasure the Nexus Seven, in their rare sacred manuscript, called:

A meeting of similar minds

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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