In the realm of dreams and gaiety
A rose blooms in my heart, glamour strikes with vivacity
My stretched hand reaches to fondly pet the palm
But like wind, the goddess ghostly evanesces with a calm
Dotingly I endeavor to serenade the enchantress.
Off the warbling lute the soft ditties sing
From the changing tune, the pitch to the ears sting
Yet with a sparkling giggle your spook infatuate
With fortitude, realms I’ll cross to graduate
The school of endurance you command with shrewdness
With agility I fly, but you’re too fast to reach
Roaring water crushes at the beach
Sand so calm I hanker to hold
The setting shining sun glares, with a frail I behold
Because am in love with the wind
Slacken my love! Off my feet you sweep with desire
My heart you take; sturdily I admire
Like a magnet, your enigma besots with charm
And the goal to get I’ll praise with a psalm
For I loathe to crush on the wind
The world will mock, but the love will shush the chatter
A future so bright they’ll hail the latter
And applaud our allure’s perpetuity
With fantasy our posterity shall sing of a deity
For all is possible, even love with the wind!
It had been yearly pleasant routine for me,
I would visit on every Christmas my friend, and
act as the old Santa Claus to cheerfully see
his little daughter smile, my gift in her hand.
She’d get up early in the morning of the day,
find delighted her Santa Claus on her bed side.
The gift she’d dotingly take from me away,
embrace me with her tender arms flung wide.
She’d decorate with care cute Christmas tree,
sing the carol with her mother in joyful chorus,
dancing around in white silk dress like a fairy.
The enthralling scene we wanted to never pass.
I had lost contact with the friend for some time,
so, that Christmas went there to spring a surprise.
I didn’t hear by the door the bell’s usual chime,
the familiar little bed was empty at the sunrise.
The angel had gone to sparkle in sky on astral flight,
leaving us in the dark on the sad Christmas night.
December 15, 2018
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Family Affairs
Uxorious
Devotion to wife
Dotingly
Submissive
Sounds like a serious offence
In the dictionary
The old guy is rugged, determined, fearless
He has fond memories of the game he still worships
He still hears the roars of the crowd
Can even now taste the fresh turf on his lips
He visualizes the impressive stadium
Feels the rough pigskin in his hands
Hears the wind howl against his helmet
Ohh...the hopes…the dreams…the plans
Ungrudgingly, he follows the young rookies
Able to relive his very first season
Recounting his first play…first score…first victory
There is nothing more left to reason
Throughout life, he perseveres
Thinking about the fame…the glory
The wins…the opulent lifestyle
His story
He most dotingly looks back
Proudly certain his watch he would not rewind
He earnestly recalls the true game
The same game that left him blind
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