Childhood

I smelled my childhood
In her hair, in her dress
It took me through
The channel between now and then
It shot me high
Into a cloudy haven
Where reminiscing I was 
In repose 
In a Summer-cum-sun land
For the dark and cold
Were kept at bay
And the scorching star 
Was never to glide down

The trajectory of an arc
Where I revived memories 
And was reliving the years
When nothing was real
When transcendence and spells
Were invited pairs
To the ball where
A Cinderella was
An enigmatic Tinker Bell 
For a fervent man
Attired in royal chains
Disentangled by her alluring strength

I tasted my childhood
In a wrap he cooked
With a scintilla of 
Advice from a chef 
With a palmful of
Faith in better days
With a profusion of
Bowing vows 
To cling to each other
Through ups and downs
It smelled like a spa market baguette
Kneaded with 
Crunchy, crispy crumbs 
A cheese crust melted on top
Leaving 
A heavenly sensational touch
In my child mouth
Breakfasting in my
Great-grandmother's lounge

I heard my childhood
On air
When funneling through
Tunnels of future adventures
When driving past 
Woolly, fluffy sheep
Grazing on grassy fields
Enveloped by gates,
Benches with engraved names
Lining public pathways 
Below British contrails
Humming I was
Engaging my grown-up cords
Melodies of yesterdays
Bringing sobbing tears
Into my present fears