Blessed be.
Velumbound.
This is a deeply personal, spiritual plea for liberation and romantic reunion, framed by the isolating, atmospheric chill of a late-autumn night.
The speaker transitions from a state of melancholic insomnia to a dramatic cosmic appeal, ultimately finding a sense of community with fellow artists, creators, and "searchers."
Maybe like you!
(A lone voice whispers)
Autumnal darkness comes like a favourite old friend
In this
The longest of nights
In November
Creeping in like a Mesopotamian creeping mist
Like one remembered
While the rest of the world is sleeping
Depriving me of sleep
Underneath its meagre grey skies
As weather chimes
Overcast
Cry
Sing and whistle
In rhyme
O Lord,
Hear my cry
On your
Most High
Open up my soul contract
And declare by your decree
My freedom is still intact
My freedom to find my Lucinda
The girl who once gave me her number
A while back
Only to lose me and our whispered pact
By the strike of your thunder
Hear me
O Mighty Lord
In this Autumnal hour
Cut the cord
Cut the cord
So I can leave this memory place
Of smoke and ash
So I can just run
To find her with all my remaining power
But in these low whispers
In the deep depths
I feel the vibrational presence of viewers
So here's to you
You
The bohemians
Eccentrics, originals and mavericks
The kingdom builders of visual worlds that shine through
Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts
I pray with you to stay
Like my beloved Lucinda
In memories
You
The Ones
That have the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts
Only you
I can praise
You
The searchers
Creator's
Poetic
Time abusers
Be free and never
Bought
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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