Grief Revisited

(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