With A Gentle Hand Mystic
A long journey lingering on the barren path,
turned out in the end to be worthy of waiting,
when the signs she had longed for to feel for years,
amidst the fading expectation were confirmed.
In the kingdom of dreams carved out of future,
we had made prime of the slice of our small world,
set an ornate cradle befitting of the crowned fairy,
for we knew a cherubic princess was arriving.
When I saw on mother’s lap our smiling princess
my mind flew over time beyond the realm of reality,
found our little princess turning to a dazzling damsel,
luring the prince charming with regal beauty.
Holding her soft satin fingers of curling cuteness
with a gentle hand I felt heavenly exultant,
for I sensed cradling the pristine translucent dawn,
promising to bloom as a beautiful charming day.
Just a soft touch of nascent skin it wasn’t for me,
it was the lilting lyric of emotion without words,
a mesmeric music of love and trust mutely resonating
the sense of connection I felt in her delicate pulse.
I made a nurturing nest for her to grow up secure,
kept it warm in the days of winter frost and chill.
No blasting blizzard could ever blow her away,
for I held her in the protected fold of my wings.
The effort lasted till the time she flew away,
turning the first touch of bond to strands of memory.
I keep the few feathers she left for me as a treasure
to weave the tapestry of fulfillment in my residual time.
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