(A lone voice whispers in a quiet house, clutching a much loved wedding photo)
My old love
You were like a rare silver daffodil
Blooming so beautiful
On the beaches of life
A husk filled with such unquenchable desire
Lit by a strange hypnotic yellow fire
A world of visceral emotional realms to be explored
If one gained access
To walk upon those sacred shores
From wild primitive passions
To last throughout
7,305 days and unforgettable nights
To acts of pure divinity
To ignite all those
Privileged to be
Within sight
With ruby-red lips
To mystify and own
To dark eyes
To drown in
To atone
Hurricanes of power used to call your name
As did salt circles of those jealous
In the darkness
By those
Who I shall not name
Who attacked us with so many unfounded wild aspersions
But to me,
You were my
Deta
The complete queen
Who ran down my taxi
Meter
A princess born
On the loving streets of Nirvana
But brave enough
To still follow
Where her heartbeats
Took her
God,
I miss you
Your smiles
Your jokes
And that evocative perfume you loved
That expensive rare one
That smelt like smoke
I had a visit
Late last night
From someone
I couldn't see
He said in a low whisper
He was an Angel
And you and me
Would walk on those sacred shores
Once more
That hidden choirs would sing
Crowds of Angels
Will gather
As golden bells
Ring
However, here's the thing
It would take my death
To bring us together
Again
In five days,
Two hours
And ten minutes
And I should prepare
For my Deta
Awaits to be seen
On those
Yellow shores
Once again
Of The Great In-Between
Smiling
In silence
At our soon-to-be
Unlicensed alliance
So I hope you hear this call,
Deta
For soon,
In five days,
Two hours
And ten minutes
You'll be my beautiful queen
Again
Back to running down my old taxi meter
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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