Renewal

(A lone voice whispers) In the wind, In a gale, or at sea, Evoked by angels at daylight, Awoken by devils at midnight. And just broken In between. I once wandered like Dante, Experiencing heaven and hell Simultaneously, Like a shadow being, A Djinn. Unfolded like a rare, old-world map, Cold and lost as life's winds destroyed all my sanctuaries. I once used as cover while my broken heart recovered. But today, On December the fifth, The third day after you left, I feel resurrected and reincarnated like Mephibosheth. For, like in all relationships, holding Death's cold hands while you once wandered isn’t real death: Only a tragic play. Yet one can feel burnt at the stake, Like the family and servants in a play Written by someone known as Shakespeare, Called Macbeth. (C) Copyright John Duffy