The Calling

Foundation. Have you ever met someone where everything just clicked but then, for whatever tragic reason? They just disappeared? The Calling (A lone male, clutching an old photograph at midnight. Whispers, as a single white prayer candle burns) Let me in I whisper into this rising grey smoke Let its wispy tendrils carry up my plea's to wherever you are No matter how far Hear me For I'm looking back at our old feverish memories, in these black and white fairground pictures In this semi-darkness Between these two great voids Separating me and you and so many others Let me in Through the ethereal panes of shattered astral glass Filled with tangible strands of much-loved recollections So I can once again cross the deep oceans of the Hippocampus Flying for days and nights in and through its episodic sunshine, and rocky shores So I can warm you with my old love For I will never stop looking and calling And lighting these white prayer candles Hoping you're listening to this Somewhere Wherever you are Listening and hearing my voice reading My heart's whispered secretive spells, which l will forever yell In silence throughout the day and in feverish whispers at night So let me in Now, it's midnight To reach that forbidden place which connects all things The Maelstrom But which stays hidden, as it holds you in its tight grip of a new seclusion Especially, when everything Just goes wrong I can only pray my words are carried like an angels song, to make your beautiful eyes blink By this grey smoke gushing skyward from my incense candle, in these rushing four winds Which will help to guide me To find a way, to try to find you again Be it on Earth or in Heaven So we can continue what we once found in our old lifetime A beautiful treasure the Nexus Seven, in their rare sacred manuscript, called: A meeting of similar minds (C) Copyright John Duffy .