The Midnight Gardens of Magadorne

(A lone voice whispers) In The Midnight Garden In-between worlds When the world sleeps In a strange place, I now know as Magadorne I see you Walking Dressed in expensive white lace With such grace Surrounded by celestial white butterflies Serenaded and summoned by the sound Of a lone mesmerising golden horn In an endless garden Of twinkling flowers Reborn As my soul pines For the smell of your so-familiar perfume A glimpse of our wedding ring Your hair Across your beautiful face Willing you to look My way So I can taste your lips And run my hard fingertips Across your soft hips But you never look Never see me As you and your heavenly entourage and butterflies Follow the twinkling flowers Down to the river Then to disappear Out of sight This happens to me Every night In surreal dreams When the world sleeps As I find myself Stranded Like a new Robinson Crusoe In The Midnight Gardens Of Magadorne Where Grief lives In human form And Mr. Desire Stands and proudly blows It's diamond-studded golden Horn To summon The celestial butterflies So watching spirits In the Ether Beyond time and space Can gather With popcorn To watch me Walk my walk With my incarnated form of painful Memories In their special interdimensional place Watching ghosts of the past Pass by With no expressions Or emotional energy For they are the only fragments of my past I treasure A beloved memory of you I remember Whenever I wake I had the pleasure To share Yesterday In The Midnight Gardens Of Magadorne Where Grief lives In human form (C) Copyright John Duffy