(Alone voice whispers)
Within whiskey filled nights with a lonely cigarette alight
I always slowly sip malt liquor and think of you
From the first day, we met that smiling old vicar
To all those crazy nights we used to argue and bicker
And as the golden hue fills the deep shadows of this old room
As the moonlight dances like familiar lovers around my ever-rising smoke
I still miss your voice
as time passes and memories flicker
A gift or a curse some might say
Tainted with the
Devil's masterstroke
From downbeat days
to euphoric sensuous nights
You were always worth the risks
And as I sip and remember all those highlights
As I sit and slowly watch star-filled nights
These memories of gold conquering the creeping cold
From childhood to adulthood
You were all mine
My baseline
Chalk line
But always my own Shrine Of Decline
But still, I remember and still, I ride
Sometimes there are things in life that always come back
No matter how hard you deny it
Or where you hide
With me, it's cigarettes and twenty-five-year-old malt whiskey
They always help when these old faded blue eyes go misty
When I reach that old familiar place inside
Where I stand naked before this old line
Which always whispers
Does she miss me
Copyright John Duffy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
still missing voice, love for life