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Amongst the murky misty encroaching images
Resonating temptation filled with seductive sin
A surreal scene the creators of Casablanca
Would have been proud to call their very own
My new muse
Calliope
Wandered and appeared
Walking like a real siren
Stepping straight into view
Wearing a stunning Fashionista's white dress
She appeared right out of the blue
Bent and with tasty red sweet lips
And French kissed me back into life
Watched by cautious eyes
Who had sent her
To help me get through
Dwellers
Who stood hidden in the crescent glow
Of the Full Strawberry Moon
Which hung high in the purple-hued sky
Like an unearthly tribute to mortal pain
Where all those suffering
Made them an unconscious seat and bowed to welcome them in
Into their bedroom
In the falling night rain
I now seem to reach out earnestly to crave her soft touch
As those old emotions of being alone
That my spirit just once loved
To clutch
Systematically kneel
Submitting to be slain
Like a marked Cain
My Calliope came gliding in majestically last June
Riding on the backs of handwritten messages
Exchanged through friends one glorious day
As they discussed my story
And all its many open and well-known wounds
Notes that said I was available now I've found freedom
From old sacred vows of fidelity
Once spoken
In hushed verses
Which someone else had recently foolishly broken
We now stand firmly upright Whenever we meet
In straight lines
In new lands of holding hands
Whilst we're walking
Enjoying talking and telling each other funny stories
Like meeting each other was foretold
To be our calling
At this very moment as I sit here
By the attic window
By this old Riverside Cafe
In the Parisian winter cold
Looking out in quiet meditation and contemplating
How my once sad life
Suddenly turned to gold
I still in these quiet moments of soul-searching introspection
Embrace my newly found harmonious serendipity
And all these treasured moments and intimate reunions
Where two newly introduced souls
With such effortless proclivity
Merged together
As if guided by a strange sense of supernatural compatibility
Was I carefully scrutinized by those Hidden Watchers
I sometimes wonder
Angels
Who stand on blue milk crates In those black unknown voids
Fluctuating between time and space
Trying to find ingenious strategies
And heavenly constructs to illuminate
I hope
My much cherished and treasured face
Who knows
But now I've found a compatible world
A fascinating realm
Replenished endlessly with laughter
Celebrated and baptized at midnight
By soft wanton lips
Which collide together so passionately
Forever
I hope in close proximity
I may never know all the answers but in scripture
Song of Solomon says
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.
Oh, how now it matters
For while I used to be sinking slowly but surely
In those former dark ominous depths
Like a twisted scene
Right out of Twin Peaks
Sitting drunk and in love with shrewd old Mother Gin
And her kin
Brother Depression and her twin sister
Madame Anxiety
All rebellious juveniles
Of the Dark Angel of which I will not speak
Beneath all those whispering entities
Bringing worldly self-ruminating illuminations
Are we as human beings
Simply all the foolish choices we make in the low junctures
Revealing themselves to us before dawn
In The Witching Hour
When we are weak and spiritually weary
Forgetting our true selves and God-given powers
For I now know with the courage to call forth the light
Love does call to us all
Even the self-righteous or the frightened
If we can be brave enough to open up
To embrace and welcome those who watch
And their games of Astral Chess as we open up our souls
To plead for help and confess
We must I suppose
After talking to some of Father Times' much-admired guests
And his many mistresses
As I walk this life and greet so many of its new witnesses
Always try to find the strength to overcome all that hides
Scurrying in the darkness of your mind
And for your attention
Things casually waiting until the moment is right
To maximize your depression
But still beyond this cosmic ever-swirling dust of reflection
As I still breathe
My heart beats slower each day as it now begs and pleads
Whenever I think of her my new muse
Calliope
My soul's only intimate secret
In a corrupted society
Who holds in her soft delicate hands
All my beating Red Churches keys
So here in this present moment
As each joyous new day breaks upon the upcoming horizons
Within my mind
As I take a deep breath and abruptly awake from contemplation
In this sea of silence
I still crave her pure voice and a little bit of her warm touch
For I know deep down as my soul for her yells
It will always be forever
For we have gone through a lifetime in such a short while
Ran through intense miles of pain
And endured and conquered too much
And it's now why I live in hope as if caught living
Under a spell
As I clutch and ring this metaphorical doorbell
To be welcomed as just another kindred guest at
The SoulMate Hotel
Well thanks for reading but before I go
Always remember to ask for help
Because you never know who's watching
Sending love and light and always try to
Look after yourself
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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