GENTLEMAN OF PANACHE

How good is a timely word? Dare I give a free rein to my thoughts and speak out from the softness of my soul? Pour out my heart like water? I treasure the very love of my life! To the world I claim. Tears are upon my cheeks, Streams of tears flow from my eyes and disappear into the doors of my mouth as water disappears from the sea or as a river bed becomes parched and dry. Out of the depths I hurt, My wound deep as the sea! Not of pain, but of a burning missing in my heart, A missing of whom I hold dearest! Tho’ts of you reign in my mind without cease! To me, you compare to the treasures that were hunted in days of old, To me, heavens are no more for my paradise be you. Darling, You bound me into a yoke of affection, By your hands, has my heart been woven, In your love, am I walled in and escape dare I not, For I am a content detainee! Baby, my heart longs for… Your speech smooth as butter, Your words more soothing than oil, The scent of your blissful perf

Amidst the greatness felt by the millions of worthy souls rejoicing in heaven, Amidst such greatness does this heart of the writer stand this instance, Such a great feeling, feels like sinking into a sea of warm milk. So peaceful like! Out here, listening to the cold breeze of the night whisper through the leaves of the trees, Listening to the silent sound of my visible companion, the darkness. Under the city of stars, alone, thinking in long slow thoughts, Reminiscing the soft talk of my grandmother around the fire place, in the ages of my tender years, The talk of the age of ogres and the children of the giants, The talk of the men and women of the old, of men and women anointed with seven oils and named after the rainbow of light that fills the rainy skies! During those nights, she would charm us into singing to the seven faces of the ageless gods, The old gods, the nameless, faceless gods of the ancient ways. The memories of a perfect childhood, A childhood full of