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
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