Melancholia
I
The battle of the heart rages of its own will.
Heeding only briefly to sorrow time and again.
Wandering aimlessly looking for its mate. Crossing great distances, finding the intoxication of passion.
Knowing its joy and pain.
II
Braver souls have known no battle so fierce as that of a love that conquers any and all intrusions in its path.
III
We cry for love when we have none.
Dreaming of that garden, in all of its beauty.
Basking in the moonlight, its gentile touch.
IV
What good are lips, if they have no one to kiss?
What use are arms, if they have no one to hold.
What good are eyes if they have no one to look to, or look for.
What is the use of a heart, when it will only be broken.
V
You mourn heartbreaks sting.
The exquisite pain of broken love.
Beautifully perfect in its pain.
Time to spread your wings and fly.
How do you fly on broken wing.
VI
In the morning sun, I feel the new days warmth.
It’s empty and hollow, because you haven’t been here For so long.
The empty spaces in conversations
grow longer.
The awkward moments of silence looking for something to say.
Distance in every word and every line.
VII
Time is the rise and fall of the sun
In Summer's green and gold.
All the missing pieces.
All your tomorrows are waiting
But the dream is hollow and empty
for all your want.
In your waning days, following
the path of the sun.
The fields have turned to winters grey.
The forest has lost its green.
VIII
When the day goes down.
It’s all said and done.
Darkness covers the world.
The end has come.
When all that was divided has been returned.
Beautifully perfect in its pain.
Yet you’ve never felt more alive.
VX
Weary in your steps
How many sunsets have there been
since you left me behind.
How many lonely sunrises have you seen.
Have you reached for me
and found nothing but tears.
X
As the seasons fade one after another.
Green to gold red and yellow to White.
Breathing a heavy sigh at the end of the day.
Watching the sun go down.
The seasons slipping by so quickly,
like lost dreams.
A chasm in the heart and soul.
A burning fire, doused to smoldering ash.
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