Dating : Melancholia

Where has my happiness gone

Melancholia
Where has my happiness gone
gone afar, gone long, on this
foggy boggy misty morn’
spiraling down, down into the
deep, darkened well of
oblivion.

Mercy please be mine this
winter’s day
— cold as a blackened rain-drenched night
— still as a sky without colorful birds who fly
— gloomy as a grey cloud-filled hour
What can I do to break your spell?

I will do something for another
surely this
will take me out of myself
bring me back to
wholeness, light and
envelop me in
— love’s tenderness.