FELICITY

Working-class dreamer

On privileged sojourn,

In cameo appearance,

Caught a glimpse of her star-lit eyes

A stroke of luck for his fantasy canvass 

A leading lady from first glance

And he, the fair lady’s felicitous squire.

With his poetry and heart in hand,

She tasted and shared, lovingly,

The bohemian offerings till early morn

After coupled moons, they were carried to the past

In the misty-eyed afternoon

At sunset, a toast

And the baring of souls in opulence

Gentle discourse, warmed by drink

And her caressing fingertips

Denim and silk never matched so well.

Imagination and resignation

Soon to be realized…

Longing goodbyes chaperoned

By the best in their hearts.

As tears dissolved his dream

He thankfully bowed towards his lucky stars

And the scrapers that exclaimed them.

With heavy heart and gentle kiss,

He whispered…

Fair thee well Felicity…