Atsila: The Fire Lady

Atsila: The Fire Lady.

(A old voice whispers before midnight)

There's a light bringer I know.

Whose shadow still follows me, deep within my soul.

Everywhere I go.

Making me, sometimes, in deep moments of sleep.

Wander down to a White Room.

Hidden amongst, the beating red, in my heart's very keep.

We sometimes talk.

Sometimes, holding hands.

Walk and slow dance to Teddy.

And it always ends, with me in her arms.

Like Julius and Cleopatra.

When they too, were ready, to start going steady.

And then both whispering how we love each other so.

A soul I once met, from a place, so long ago.

I'll never forget.

Such a poetic swagger.

A husky voice to turn ice to water.

Just like Mick Jagger.

Some say we live and love in a Matrix, and what we wish for.

We can get, but every so often the Great Creator, likes to play divine tricks. 

Filled with such regrets.

So now, we two meet.

After midnight, deep within me.

In that keep.

In a White Room, surrounded by a fast flowing, Red Sea.

Together in spirit.

Separated in flesh, by blue oceans and seas.

The Cherokee called, Atsila, and a love struck cowboy.

Where every second in that room is precious. 

A beginning and end. Blossoming with such joy.

The girl with the golden guitar and the brown-eyed boy.

Today is the anniversary of the first day, we met.

In that White Room that suddenly appeared.

So I send this out.

A message for you, Atsila.

My fire lady who I cannot forget.

Channeled within this poetic smoke.

To guide you to our spirits, secret outpost.

Bring those dark eyes.

That husky voice and those tender touches.

That I need and still miss the most.

For our love goes so deep, normal routine folks, can't relate to our spirits ghosts.

So just find your way to me, for I'll always be waiting.

Night or day at that outpost.

Your host, dressed in white after midnight, every night.

In that very room.

Your souls' lover, who loves you more than most.

Just awaiting the return, of you, Atsila.

In the form, of your spirits ghost.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

(Atsila means fire)

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