Homecoming

Coffee flowers in full bloom, a brook to walk through,

That long forgot to freeze; I see my home, a lie.

Two giant peaks, austere and green, live in every deja vu.

Mute friends to a conflicted soul, blue or grim, the sky.

Lights from a tasseled chandelier shine on love, so bitter and harsh.

Then there was Vita, My Vita, Always and Always;

Leading me up the iris dotted alleyway to the marsh,

Nothing but endless paddy fields, yet all dread it belays.

The cool, warm breeze, our cloak, we wore.

The treason and deceit perchance found they abhor.

In the dying light, we lounged, us two infidels.

The quotidian love we accord it repels.

Soon into the safety of the shadows, we retreat.

Two bodies unite in a rapture, moments bittersweet.

Forebodings loom in the air; suddenly doubting the conviction,

The union comes to a close in a ferocious implosion.

The dim corridor, once witness to an insolent daughter's strife.

A smile, a book, and two aged watery eyes opens her arms.

The daylilies in her room long gone; such was love's half-life.

Foxed into a fleeting dream of redemption, hollow were her charms.

Under the Wordsworthian sky, we held each other.

All the cells tingled to the soul in a flutter.

'Solemnize, let us our sacred bond, morrow!’.

Collapsed all sensations to one thought, a grievous blow.

Aberration a man's monopoly; the family freak still unforgiven.

Uninvited and unwelcome, a guest from above appears,

Watering a few hyacinths, lashing at a broken house that'll never give in.

Vita was gone; never to return and strangely dulling my fears.

Vita, the ineffable marsh, the coffee scents, the irises,

Echoes of the timeless brook and the two immortal giants

Inhabit home, my home; beats a retreat all my creases.

Ephemeral may not this home be; the fount of my defiance.