Would you still follow me if I lit a red candle
In this final odyssey home
Would you follow me willingly into the swirling dark
In this brief history of time
Would you grasp my coattails
As we trespass tentatively through all of life's scary parks
As we swim against all the fast-flowing tides
Will you tango and tiptoe past the Tall Man and all his worldly Minions
As we circumnavigate the globe
The new world grid and claim it as our Dominion
For although we are but lost souls going eventually to She'ol
Would you still just blindly follow me
Past the awakening powers of a modern god
As we walk unashamed together
Behind the many new pale white horses
To be wantonly unleashed within the unfathomable darkness
As we surely conquer this life and all its dark forces
Forever tasked with painting new masterpieces with apocalyptic energy
Like Vincent Van Gogh
And then every night
Hidden behind the many enemies money can ever make
Before we dream
Shall we plead to angels and owners of the book of secrets
To take us beyond the Black Darkness
We always see when our astral eyes open as our mortal eyes close
To use their invisible hands to tear away the dark rim
Before our ever-watchful twin pyres
To show us what truly lies beyond these
Books of Lies
Everyone sometimes reads from
For us to venture into newer undiscovered lands
To a brave new world
To see the bright lights of two crimson suns and the quartet of multicoloured rainbows
Illuminating a purple-hued sky
A place where no one no longer dies
A paradise of ever-swirling winds of a whispered, profound new Eden
Perpetually emanating from a deep divine so high up above
A sanctuary lost forever within the forgiving green reeds of a new millennium
A place to be reunited with dear old family or friends who never made it to the end
Where nobody no longer cries
To sit beside the Holy River
To write poetry and sing and to joyously watch through a silver scrying mirror
As the real world slowly disappears
To walk through luscious green grass to the Eternal City
To hear the greatest stories never told to human ears
To finally embrace a new realm free from all fears or pity
This we will beseech the Silent Dark before once again we are lost in each other
For a few hours
As we joyously board Morpheus's dark Ark of broken old dreams
Before stepping silently into a newly conjured world unseen
Smiling like twin heroes with a thousand faces
Amid old rainbows of hidden dangers
Where we shall hear blessings from the
Red Priestess
To deliver us into a new realm just hidden in-between
Whispered in echoes in the deepest ravines
Of the hollow earth
May the Powers of Apollo
The God of Music
Arts, Knowledge, Healing, Prophecy and Poetry
Mesmerise and provide catharsis
For you, as in this life, you silently follow
May the Goddess Athena fill you with reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill and peace
Wherever you wander upon life's many emotional beaches
May the upcoming Full Buck Moon, infused with blessings sent from the Mistress of Helios
Empower you to conquer all known things
As these words are found
As I whisper
Blessed be
Velumbound
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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