The Watcher

 

Blessed be 

Velumbound. 

This transmission is written from the perspective of "The Watcher." 

A soul who died on March 5, 1902, and has spent over a century in a state of purgatory or spiritual limbo.

Instead of moving on completely to the afterlife, the speaker has chosen to sit on a spiritual precipice ("Perched / Upon this rock") to wait to rejoin a lover in heaven. 

The core conflict is the agonising passage of time; 

The speaker is trapped between an unyielding attachment to their past life and the slow, painful wait for their lover. 

To finally join them ("walk through that gate").

(A lone voice whispers)

I crossed over

In March 

On the fifth

In the year of our Lord

1902

All these years 

I've sat 

Patiently waiting for you

I've watched 

Our old world

Burn

Through the blackest of nights 

Witnessed hearts bleed

With incomprehensible need

Seen corruption and illusions unfold 

As the seduced welcomed evil into their strongholds

Watched shining stars fall

Pondering my fate 

As I wait

Thinking

 

When will she call me 

And walk through that gate

That I look to

Down that dark road

Every second 

Whenever I think

Of you

I've looked in

Old memories that beckoned

Explored all the who knows

Linked to sin

Chased paper boats

With endless time 

Just hoping

She's coping

In Heaven

And not broken 

In the Deep Divine

But still

Perched 

Upon this rock

I

Wait

Even though the Mendli

Think I'm crazy

  

But my old Love 

Still cuts me open

 

Making me cling to an old life

With wild dreams of a new beginning

So angels

Forgive me

But hear me

Quick

Take my hand

And lead me home 

To her

Give me the Star Fire

If this can't happen

Or you can't do it

For I fear

I can no longer

Wait 

For the opening of that gate

So let me cross the burning sand barriers

Step straight through the eternal fire

For I'm waiting for true love

The price worth this pain

As one 

Moves on

And one remains

Show me a happy couple

And I'll show you the fire that ignites 

And it's that light

That I pray

Keeps carrying me

On horseback 

Throughout

All these 

Endless nights

Before I lose the will to fight and ask Pandemonium to let me in  

(C)

Copyright John Duffy