Sixty two year old Marc chanced upon a diary in tatters
A few fragrant memories and some very familiar sealed letters…
His room, darkened with his own dust, dirt and gloom,
Filling every nook and corner, and hopelessly surrounded by doom.
Oh! What a muggy weather he had brought upon his fate,
Drowning himself bit by bit, supposedly drunk and obscured in lost love and hate.
The hurling breeze soothed his anxious soul in candid pleasure
Popped up a friendly invite, in golden emerald treasure.
A picture seemingly delighting the weary mind
Crooned up a tune in pain, the hand guiding to find
A bottle of Chianti, old and bare in sin and rage-
Further dampening the roof in his non-descript, leaking cottage…
The nomad mourned the death of love in the nogging bricks in pattern
Perhaps, a parlous man of illicit fame from faraway Saturn.
Alien, strange, eccentric and all things appeared too weird
With an inflicting sight and a dense, populous stinking beard.
In the rustic walls, a seed of hope peeped through a tiny hole
A heavenly star serenading its glory in a part of North Pole.
A home he had made, with a lovely wife and a little girl in tow,
Who dragged her father playfully standing idle in a row.
Collecting the wild mushrooms from the thick of the strange woods,
Chattering and crackling with laughter, gently stirring up their moods.
All things felt smooth, like satin and fresh, fine pearls,
Cuddling in warmth, the face and the swirls……
Off hurried the carriage, with a little fairy in the mothers arms
Away from the stillness of the resplendent farms,
The father, distraught and dismayed in poor man’s scorn
Belittled and stranded, wretched and forlorn…
Moved the little eyes, smoked in misery much
gulping the torment and conspiracy of a human such.
An imprint huddled up in words boldly captured in joy and mirth
That truth has no land, crowned in time and worth.
“Dear Pa”, the little fairy wrote in lines of two
On the day, that I speak out ‘I do’,
I dream of my father walking me down the aisle
shouldering the distance, to a mile,
My childhood sweetheart to whom I would lend my heart
In rosy raptures, filled with croissants, currants and some tarts.
I need you, beside me, for the time of my life.
To give away my hand, in love and strife.
That I would sufficiently prove my being
and flicker aloud to harbour a family in Spring!
Your smile would shape my confidence, you see
That little Fairy of yours, must make amends to be
A fetching soul, a good mother and all splendid things in real, I shall make
To create a den for my own selfish sake!
So, string the wounds, sew the dim, and sail your way for me
The “Pa”, I left behind, in my young years has lots in his bag, you see.
Must you come, my father dear, in your finest clothes and shoes
And pack for me the fun of the farm, the turkey and the goose..
The scent of the woods, the call of the birds, and the cool refreshing breeze
The isolation of the growing up years, I now intend to seize!!!
OH! Give to me the gifts of a daughter, half raised,
To surpass my belief, I wait to be amazed.
Hand in hand, we will consent on a pace
Slow, firm, with steps so calm, that no longer need to race.
I will rest a while, to embrace my dream, in slumber, love and light,
When I indeed wake up, you must be the only one in sight.
Do not delay, do not stress in happy wonder
Let this grow and spread and make our hearts fonder!
See you then , my loving “ Pa”, in the rise of the new day,
There’s a rainbow to greet us at the fanciful bay.
The thoughts ran amok, the mind wandered in fear
That little fairy, was always so near?
The old “Pa” crossed his hands in a tight clasp
THE breath halted, the life parted as quickly as a gasp.
There, the fairy daughter, made for a charming bride, under the sun,
The kith and kin, in berserk wildness and run
Then stopped an arc in the vastness of the blue sky
To a soothing whisper of love and a tranquil note of goodbye…