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(A lone voice whispers)

Every clock in here 
Even these old white wooden ones

As they tick so regimentally
Reminds me of you

Every single second
Every single minute 

Carries luminescent memories 

Of all the wild but lovely things
We used to do together 

As they suddenly manifest
Like a magician's trick

Of pulling a red rose 
Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat

It would carry loud drum beats of revelations
So true

I would die once more
In palpable bliss

If I could write a parable
It would only be

I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin

And a taste of your red lipstick

Within one welcoming kiss

But got distracted
By the sweet voice

In the darkness
That strives

All good things to 
Underpin

And now
In The Great In-Between 

My parable 
If deciphered by an Illuminated One would read

If love is offered
Freely and
Willing without sin

Or greed

Clasp 
Hold and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights

My reflections of you

Shine so bright in this ever-hot interdimensional dust

From dawn to dusk
Showcasing your image

To the empty husks 
Of the Ascended Ones

Night and day
That litter 
The Lord's Way

Come what may

So while these Baylore energies 

Magnify my thoughts into these words

Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine

I'll see you soon
Skyclad in blue

In your deepest of dreams

Wide-eyed
Mighty and cancer free

We'll be reunited once more
But not like Orpheus and Eurydice

To be snatched away by a lack of trust

But forever 
And that's why 
My love

I still see your reflection 
In these embers 
In this everlasting dust

In every single second
And every single minute

As these tired wooden clocks tick

From dawn to dusk
As the empty husks 
Of the Ascended Ones

Watch

Night and day
That litter 

The Lord's Way

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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