Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
With loud firm reverberating knocks
Which sang out aloud like a rock star's edgy symphony of
Boom boom boom
On my spirits dividing wooded door
Between my two guiding Jack and Jill rooms
The Consciousness
And The Unconsciousness
I heard your heart call
Like a softly whispered echo
Of a sweet mysterious kiss
Sent to Me at midnight
In the low hours
As I wandered
Into my grand realms
My own Holy See
With the power
Of my spirit
To somewhere
So sacrosanct
Unknown to some or most
Especially those
Lost late-night ghosts
Who stalk and wander like lonely sheep
Only to be captured by tentacles of broken-down dreams
When found
In sleep's many lucid
Playgrounds
And fluctuating streams
To the center of the Constellation Reticulum
I traversed
A secret place
Called The Genoma
A Universe
Within a Universe
Known only to perhaps
The initiated Tibetan
The now-deceased author who died
After penning
The great book
The Third Eye
Published in 1956
Called Tuesday Lobsang Rampa
A weightless place
Where I play seventh-level chess
With him
Grandmaster Morpheus Immortal
The King who helps mold and create all stanzas
Where I move him to tears
With my pale face
Beyond all mortal comprehension
As I move my Royal piece
Crowned with golden and silver leaves
Watching her stand
Tall and Proud
In front of all those things gathered around
Still
But hidden in those shadows
Bending low
By the shimmering blue portal
A familiar place
I wish to go
And with cold immortal hands
I always slowly gesture
Like the great showman
Phineas Taylor Barnum
And mouth
Checkmate
For it's a game to barter
To dream but of you
The crow-haired girl
Blessed with those thrilling dark eyes
To die for
And such enticing spiritual treasures
Beyond earthly measure
For which my soul pines for
And cries
A true queen who holds me in perpetual bondage
When in dreamland
For high mountains
Life and tragic circumstances
As wide-ranging
As a lone eagle flies
Prevented us
Within real life to dance
So I always listen for your heart's loud knocks
To summon me to your spontaneously beautiful worlds
Like when Captain Kirk
On Star Trek
The Original Series
Called out
For the many forms of Joseph Ruskin or even Spock
To appear
For even though
The night sky
Over us
Will eventually pass
Wherever we lay under the twinkling stars
Separated but
So far away
Just mere atoms
Swept up in the Universes
Ever moving dust
Always think of me
Wherever you are
Especially before you sleep
For I always pray to beat Morpheus at chess
If only for another chance
To look into those dark pools
That many souls would love to get lost in
It's what drives me
To win
Making Morpheus
The Grandmaster Immortal
Suddenly stand up
So abruptly and say
Causing all the intricate pieces to quickly fall away
Ok
You win
She's over there
Go through that blue portal
She's sitting on a soft yellow bed of hay
Playing a golden guitar
As a stunning horse looks over yonder way
So
Go through
You win again
For three's a crowd
Go see your
Twin flame
For an hour or two
Reborn
From The Realms of No Name
Who's heart knocks so loudly
It shouldn't be allowed
And I'll see you tomorrow night
And so I go
Part 2
Grandmaster Morpheus
Silent Thoughts
What a fool
I've played with
Using my stupid spoon
As always
To continue my right
To hold him in my steely grip of perpetual bondage
Another prisoner to the eternal heart of my beloved Lucinda
It's why I just love to lose
In this and any age
To enjoy the exquisite smell and luscious taste of their divine delicious aura
As they all take plight
Spellbound by the clutches of love
And bound for all eternity
To always chase and adore her
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
