The Queen

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Seated at the dark windows of tomorrow, in the darkness of night,  do you sometimes look back with the gift of mortal hindsight? Do you sometimes look back to many a yesteryear? Looking to see how far you have walked and from where you appeare...

Seated at the dark windows of tomorrow, in the darkness of night, 

do you sometimes look back with the gift of mortal hindsight?

Do you sometimes look back to many a yesteryear?

Looking to see how far you have walked and from where you appeared?

Time passing like a soft wind in the throes of space.

Stunned at how much you have overcome and conquered with grace.

Away from long days, awashed by tomorrow’s new prospects,
prospects from which no one ever expects.

Newer struggles to be overcome, to be conquered and won.

Amongst all this foreshadowing of futures delights.

Have you seen something swimming in and out of sight?

High above eager eyes, within the swirls of a heavenly light.

A light ready to help you in all the darkness and blight.

Did you see a shimmering beautiful vision, a god-like queen?

She appeared to me, merged within the scene and unseen.

Pointed as the Yesteryear's and the shadows of Future’s spun.

Standing bejewelled upon wispy clouds of ether and sun.

She pointed and whilst future and past conjoined and revered,
a bright purple light of such wonder, suddenly appeared.

The one we’ve all been betrothed too from here and from birth,
a cleansing purple flame we all embrace whilst here on earth.

Thousands of diamonds sparkled within its transforming energies.
The majestic lights representing strength, love, unity, and many more memories.

A spiritual representation of the human spirit and then suddenly, they were all gone.

Transformed back into the darkness of days now bygone.

Meanwhile, a soft echo still whispered and called.

Whispers from that queen that kept me enthralled.

Soft spoken words carried upon the dark sleeves of night,
it’s these words, these words I must write..

Speaking quietly within soft dulcet tones.
A young voice whispered like over a phone.

“Have faith.” She whispered.

“Horizons may crumble but feel the strength of a new glory. A presence that sustains.

A means to get through all the new fears and all old pains.

A long time ago in yesteryear's deep past,
you were all betrothed a seat within a heavenly cast.

Yours and others crossings are maybe filled with hard times and ongoing pain,
but your seat always awaits and will always remain.

Soon our alabaster corridors will sing out your name, beings bathed in wondrous lights will welcome your fame.

But until then here you must remain, past today but into the realms of a futures new flame.

Create who you want to be before it’s time for your grace.

A time to return beyond Mother Earth and end her relentless new pace.

To enter with such tales to serenade and to proudly greet,
a loud proclamation before you take up your own seat.

To sing your own songs of emancipation for all to rejoice.

A means to serenade and let us all hear your own voice.

I have always followed, for you and I am the same.

The guardian and the guarded and that we will always remain.

I have loved you and once more we will meet, sing and rejoice.

For you to see the being who whispered and talked with that low voice.”

The soft voice slowly faded,
leaving me in happiness, but slightly jaded.

Seated at the windows of tomorrow and yesteryear's, the future looked beautiful.

Now let me continue to create my own inspired musical!

Copyright John Duffy 2017

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