Star Boy

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Here is a deeply melancholic, spiritual journey of a soul caught between worlds, processing the grief of lost love and spiritual rejection. 

The mood shifts between a nostalgic longing for a carefree past and a heavy, apocalyptic despair as the speaker stands at the threshold of eternity ("the great White Gates"). 

It explores the duality of human nature. 

Our outward desire to appear holy versus the darker, flawed truth of our inner cores.

What secrets do you hide deep down inside your mind? 

Buried so deep only the Almighty's great eyes will find? 

Star Boy

(A lone voice whispers)

In the midnight garden

Where the dwellers in between parallel worlds

Hide

Within just another brief mystery of time

Like written in the first book of Adam and Eve

Or maybe even Lilith

We ran wildly and carefree like Huckleberry Finn

Into that old world's beautiful Sin

But now

Angels don’t play Harps

Where I now lay

As I both laugh and cry

Night and day

For like in the

APOCALYPSE OF MOSIS

I no longer breathe

For in the end 

Everyone loses

Lost beyond the light barrier

Lost between two ages

I now stand in front of these great

White Gates

Of the Master of all Hidden Places

I still whisper your secretive name

You know

Phanuel

Praying inwardly, it carries 

My silent words to you

Wherever you go

As I alone 

Walk the lone trail 

To the Last Circle

Using my worn bible 

As my guide 

Since my love still 

Lives

There can be no magic without tears

Some say

No love without experiencing

Tragedy

For are we all but masquerading as angels

Goodness and light

For all to see

But in our deep inner core

Those who can see

Know the deepest of

Such truths

And it’s why I still search 

These Great Lands

To find just 

Thee

It may be a new murder by

Rejection

As I now knock

The long deep knock

On these great white gates

Lullabied as I wait 

By the hidden chords of time

Remembering when You were just mine

But like all the dark mysteries 

Connected with the Holy Grail

Maybe this time around

I won't just fall on my knees

Buckle under and fail

Maybe you'll appear 

And open up these great gates and lead me away

Copyright John Duffy

This name derives from the Hebrew “penû'êl / penı̂y ‘êl,” meaning “the face of God, facing God.” Phanuel is the name given to a possible fourth Archangel in the Book of Enoch after Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel.