Friday, May 25, 2007

The elusive one

Melancholy calls and only sadness hears
and (while sharing brief respite with great joy)
looks back, shaking head…   knowing same

Same runs through great expanse of time
among no ken…   while none see
and Creator beckons away melancholy

Melancholy hopes for promised twinkling
while eye holds vigil, unveering
unable to help all who pass…   blind

Blind they go, toward end
with new beginning utterly unseen
last to see them go…   melancholy fading…

--RK, 4:08am Zulu, 8/18/06

1 comment:

  1. ohhh sweet melancholy, to reach out and never find confort...


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