GENTLEMAN OF PANACHE

Someone did caution me with talk of tides and gales that sail with love. Love! Tastes like poison on my tongue. PTTTTF! Suffice to say, I hoped the winds would be a kind sail. “It is the sword that slays the heart,” I often heard. So much for caution! A night like this… As the world holds its breath, growing ever still, The silence of a night sings to my betrayed soul, But all that danceth in my head are soured dreams, regretted dreams of a future never to come to fulfillment! Lying here as I hurt, a lonely tear falls as I try to fill in the blanks. Whatever did I not do! Staring at my typing screen, a blank expression reflects back, A black expression with eyes as open wounds beneath, Redness has since replaced the blueness in them. And that mouth… A mouth that has forgotten how to smile and has not known a laugh for a while now, ‘Tas only laid with yawns that tell of centuries past since appetite was last known! Great wrongs have been done me in love, wron

Daughter of mine, The world is so dark without your laughter, The laughter of a child that lights up a house, Without you, darkness engulfs us whole, Your laughter can’t be heard, All because your father did not belong to your mother’s tribe! My daughter, Your father thinks of you every minute of the day, That’s all he can do, think of how you would have turned out to be, Dream of just how much he would have treasured swinging you in the air and catch you in his arms, While you scream in joy and call him ‘papa’ But then my daughter, it is just a dream, Because your father did not belong to your mother’s tribe! You, my angel without wings, my daughter, A pencil and a paper, claim the caresses of your father’s hands in your absence, As he tells the world tales that he should be telling you, Telling the world why you were never birthed, Telling the world why your mother fancies your father no more, Baby, your father did not belong to your mother’s tribe! May I ask my