(A lone voice whispers)
As the silvery midnight sun rose
I drank my wet, velvety smooth whiskey
Tasting exquisitely
My Life's Blues
I looked to the faraway sparkling stars
Wondering
Where do those lost really go
The mother's
Fathers
Sisters and brothers
After this mortal show
Is it to alabaster halls and reunions with old family and friends
Warm conversations, endless soft music and priceless red wine
Or somewhere else
Cocooned between this world and the divine
Just relentlessly exchanging stories and fond memories
For there is no longer any time
Will they still remember us and send us a sign
A soft kiss on the cheek
A red robin
A white feather
To always remind us
They still wait, love-drunk
In all weathers
Longing for an embrace
Like a drop of spiritual moonshine
Will we ever see them again
Or are they simply lost forever
No matter how hard we pray and mutter amen
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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