Circe Poem by John Duffy

Circe

With the last transmuted rays of
A dying Sun

When the sleeping Black Night
Opens up
Its prying

Ever watchful eyes

When it's universal illusions
Start to wildly run

And
When the
Battle is finally won

Amongst
The noise and haste
When all your
Fears lie in State

Remember
To never surrender
Your indomitable soul

Don't let your daydreams
Go to waste

If you seek
Happiness

Will you take a sip
Of my
Darkness brew

To own my sweet taste
As you slowly renew

For by facing your
weaknesses
And frailties
Together

Through all weathers

As we carry on
Bravely

It's how I'll create
Your own divine
Circle of Safety

Copyright John Duffy 2018