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(A lone voice whispers)

There's a hidden secret room I go to 
In my cathedral of dreams

Whenever I sleep

Where a white candle burns
In The Great In-Between 

As Yesterday lives wild 
Fed on memories and crawl the broken walls

While favourite ones stand up tall

And in amongst the grey clutches of Yesterday 

There in the middle
Amongst the cobwebs and ivy

The weeds and bits of creeping moss

Is my old shrine 
To all I've once lost

A long time ago 
As white as snow
But now grey

It shines and gleams
As Yesterday 
Crawls up the walls

Like a banshee 
Wearing a black shawl

In its centre
Made of now dull silver
On its table

Is a black and white picture left by Yesterday 

For me to remember
My only love 

Lost in December 

And as I pause
And Yesterday 

Feeding on memories 
Stop's climbing the walls

I hear her sweet husky voice over the top of my beating heart

It breaches the weed filled nooks and crannies

Cools my fast flowing bloodstream 
       
Then in that moment climbing through the atoms of that sparse air

Comes her perfume drifting 
From somewhere 
 
A much loved fragrance from the past

Filled with sweet moments as I remember and prayed would last

Then Yesterday moves 
And the scent is gone

The voice disappears

And in that room of no living creature 

Where I sometimes appear
To remember 

Yesterday's memories 
Which I hold dear

That white candle burns
Brighter each year

On the 28 of December 
When I return to remember 

My beloved Lucinda 
Who I lost

One fatal day in winter

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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