Phanuel

In the midnight garden

Where the dweller's in-between parallel worlds
Hide
Within just another brief mystery of time

Like written in the first book of Adam and Eve
Or maybe even Lilith

We ran wildly and carefree like Huckleberry Fin
Into that old world's beautiful Sin

But now
Angels don’t play Harps
Where I now lay

As I both laugh and cry
Night and day

For like in the
APOCALYPSE OF MOSIS

I no longer breathe
For in the end 
Everyone loses

Lost beyond the light barrier
Lost between two ages

I now stand in front of these great
White Gates

Of the Master of all Hidden Places

I still whisper your secretive name
You know

Phanuel

Praying inwardly it carries 
My silent words to you
Wherever you go

As I alone 
Walk the lone trail 

To the Last Circle
Using my worn bible 
As my guide 

Since my love still 
Lives

There can be no magic without tears
Some say

No love without experiencing
Tragedy

For are we all but masquerading as angels
Goodness and light

For all to see

But in our deep inner core
Those who can see

Know the deepest of
Such truths

And it’s why I still search 
These Great Lands

To find just 
Thee

It may be a new murder by
Rejection

As I now knock
The long deep knock

On these great white gates

Lullabied as I wait 
By the hidden chords of time

Remembering when You were just mine
But like all the dark mysteries 

Connected with the Holy Grail
Maybe this time around

I won't just fall on my knees
Buckle under and fail

Maybe you'll appear 
And open up these great gates and lead me away

Copyright John Duffy

This name derives from the Hebrew “penû'êl / peni^y ‘êl,” meaning “the face of God, facing God.” Phanuel is the name given to a possible fourth Archangel in the Book of Enoch after Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel.

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