The Old Singer Of Love Songs Poem by John Duffy

A voice whispered at 1 am.

As I sit alone at the worn gates of Yesterday

Looking through the Pasts

White painted windows



Unafraid



Lost in thoughts as I watch memories



Drive past like a new presidential motorcade



Looking closely at the happy and sad games

We once played



You and me

Eventually

Holding hands tightly



Whilst the ungodly Gossiping band

Loudly played



As our Titanic slowly sunk



I can still see

Reflected in your deliciously dark eyes



The night I surrendered



A magical night

I'll always remember



But as all things

In my cursed life



Everything changed as

The metaphorical iceberg struck



And our love slowly drowned as it

Shrunk



That seemingly endless night we once shared



Is it now torn beyond all repair



You were once all I ever needed

And will never will forget



But as I still live in here

The Great In-Between



I will always write your beloved name



Using beautiful syllables

In my eternal book of spells



Beside other failed dreams



Called

The Grimore of Light

Filled with Dark Regrets



Where you'll forever live



As I sometimes sit at the gates of yesterday



Once again

Wondering through green fields of yellow memories



Still clinging onto fragments of your sensuous silhouette



Somewhere

If you can hear me



I hope our old love



Still in your heart as in mine

Holds forever strong



With memories of me

As it too

Pirouettes





Copyright John Duffy