Azure Crescendo Poem by Andrea Vescovo

I have a cat
upon my lap
that meows
and blows
and purs,
its fur is soft
of an azure blur
like a summer storm
in a dull afternoon.

I pat its head
with a jolly tap,
the fragile neck
is swiftly rap'd,
thus the poor cat
can argue not
with my carefree
barbarism.

A little girl
sits beside me
stroking the pet
in a cute way,
and while she works
she tells a tale,
that makes me wonder,
woken asunder,
from my adult
business.

She sings of things
she freely loves
of cotton dreams
she will achieve
she wants to be
pulled by the sleeve
by an eastern prince
fallen in love,
whom will serve her
like a true queen
in a far countree
where flowers sprout
in the calm morning.

She kindly smiles,
like a sight divine,
I wonder now
how many a crown'd
she will collect
in her crafty net
before she'll cherish
the altar steps,
like a true dame
under a dome,
painted in Tuscan
style.

I realize that
without my cat
without this girl
and her fuzzy ideas
I would feel lost,
Daedalus' host,
a part of me
would soon escape
leaving my heart
hurt and agape
a shadow of
my former self,
which stubbornly
refuses help
even by a coy lass.

This windy dirge
well soon will end,
You must pardon
my childish trend,
for the night is long
fearless and strong,
it easily bends
the joyful thoughts
and then revived
by these odd notes,
they well survive
and prosper bright
into my mind,
dancing as spindles,
making me dream
of things that kindle,
of sunny girls
and blurry cats
that paint my life
azure.