Blessed be.
Velumbound.
Are you ready for another transmission?
Let us begin.
(A lone voice whispers)
I still miss your bright white smile
Every night
Like I miss our first kiss at the fairground
For they always appear as bright beams of luminous
Glorious lights
Shooting sounds from the depths of a faraway Heaven
Your warmth and guile
Satisfying my manifestation of love
Given birth to creation
Once by the Mighty Creator
Here on Earth
A glowing, towering beacon to push back
The hordes called Legion
Prowling like hyenas
In the darkness
Around me
For you were
And always will be
My daily taste of gladness
A philosopher who too has seen and tasted
The wild beasts wine
Of anxiety and madness
So now I call out to you from this wild wood
Where my prison is, as I am stood
This wild forsaken place where loveless things
In the dark shadows
Slither and crawl
Tormenting us all
As we all bang our silver tin cups on our prison walls
Stalking memories alone in uneven lines
Like a lone feral grey wolf pines
Throughout this paranormal neighbourhood
For with you died
Like many in here who cry
My spark of life
My ecstatic joyful sun
My bringer of serenity and jest
So here in my southwest cobwebbed-filled hut
As other prison cells in Desolation Row
Whom I've never met
Ring out screams like thunder
In a rising crescendo of shrieks of pain and anguish
As we all
Self-punish
While walking the Green Mile
Down Memory Road
Remember me before the last great harvest
Light a candle in your mind's eyes
See our love beneath that undulating ocean
Of pain
Crashing like endless Pacific tides
Maybe again and again
So that I may still live if only for a moment
For what I wouldn't give now
To breathe once more
To open and walk through
That old marital front door
If only for one hour
But as these loud voices
Surrounding me get louder
And grow in power
As silver tin prison cups relentlessly bang
Like dark country drums
With sounds like exploding gunpowder
On black bars of illusion
As I look out for you
From my window, in my cave
My penitentiary
Here in my own watchtower
For
My thousand-named queen
My rare Middlemist Red flower
This broken piece of your soul awaits
To be reunited, to bring peace
When your presence in The Great In-Between
Opens his cell doors
So he can scream no more
But walk home into the bright lights
With the only love
He adores
Both striding powerfully
Hand in hand
To enter into Evermore
To be refined like silver
Escaping
The Last Great Reaping and Rapture
Of the Prince Who is to come
To build Dissolution Row
Everywhere
For all he captures
Remember me, Your Luca
The broken man with the badly beaten tin cup
Who once loved ya
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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