The Cop Who Whispers Through My Scrying Mirror Poem by John Duffy

The Cop who whispers through my scrying mirror
(A lone voice whispers)



If I hadn't met you in this life's ever-changing silvery mists



Filled with dark secrets and unknown or expected unwanted reckonings



I never would have known the true distinct price



Of the goddess of love



Lady Aprodites sweet soul all-consuming kiss



I wouldn't have known the deep thrill of running like reckless wild young daredevils



Through all the green fields



Covered like a huge yellow blanket of impatient daffodils



Hand in hand in the middle of Spring



Filled with youthful dreams of rightful victories and short poetic stories



Where we both would be heroes and we'd always win



Past all the lonely women sat unsatisfied



In white painted windows



Surrounded by falling white feathers



I sometimes see with my supernatural gift



When I still look beyond the reach of the irregular white lightning



That breaches the dark skies when the clouds and rain start fighting



Invisible to most like wondering ghosts



As it searches for new victims to strike



To bless and anoint them loveless to wander untethered unripe



Until they die



We once challenged Zeus and all his gods



Uttered wild oaths to discard all bonds to his secret fraternities and unspoken unions



Raised hell when the moment needed its energies to break all spells



But like a thief in the night



Following us like a mythical warrior bounty hunter



Time and his cousin, Salomon caught up and separated us



Like junkyard dogs as we slumbered and took you away



My life's only lover



One day when I transfer into another lifetime



Past the gates of heaven and when I find that red familiar house



You swore you'd once again build on the corner of Whitechapel in Heaven



On the left



I know we'll forever be together



And as when we slowly dissolve into the everlasting purple ether of the endless continuum



With our last ever sweet kiss



We'll both know deep down inside



We have beaten death



But until then even though fate may have separated and broken our trust



I'll never stop playing lollipop in dark nights with my service revolver



Just for that courageous loud moment



When God will reunite and absolve us



Copyright John Duffy