Country Dreaming

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Here's a deeply introspective, melancholic piece that explores the pain of lost love, memory, and emotional survival. 

It tries to brilliantly weave raw, vulnerable confession with vivid pop-culture and country music motifs to process a devastating romantic rupture. 

(A lone voice whispers)

In this never-ending storm 

Where powerful, introspective winds

Swallow you whole 

As the norm

A thought always strikes like a Promethium lightning bolt

Was there ever a place in your soul 

Where my picture hung and your soul

Extolled 

When it woke up 

As you dreamed

Before going on Astral patrol

For all I can do in humble worship

Is remember

The sweet taste of your favourite red lipstick 

The tantalising feel of your fingers 

Laced in CHANEL N°5 

Lingering around my shoulders

As we both wept 

Watching Beaches

Which always 

Left us speechless 

Do I still linger

In your echo chambers

Like Garth Brooks 

Your favourite Country singer

So in this moment

As my memories gather

Like friends 

In Low Places

As the thunder rolls

Just remember

If tomorrow never comes

And my prayers lay unanswered

I'll always remember how we danced 

As 

Loves ship 

Sailed in

And anchored

But now

Cancelled and abandoned 

As you look in another's eyes

I can only hope

Your memories get baptised 

Like mine

In brutal storms 

Of introspection 

For in my eyes

There are never any real

Goodbyes 

Just sweet country songs

Of reintroduction 

So we can walk 

Together again

Even though 

We were both cursed

By wet appetites

Of self-destruction 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy