I Had a Fit of Melancholy
I had a fit of melancholy
that shook me like the wind
I longed to reach out to his heart
I loved him long ago, and then
I leaned out of the shuttered glass
was stricken by the shards of rain
My cold pale heart bled pale white tears
in venting all my pain
I want to give my heart and soul
the all of me, my youth, my old
to one who chooses to understand
who holds me heartful in his hands
The quiet light of her moonlit face
shrouded in wisps of the borealis
She knows me, she knows my heart
She knows all about us.
I tender faith in her dim pale light
so like the tears that paint my eyes
She strokes me with her moonbeam fingers
but doesn't stop to smile
Sometimes She overwhelms me in her wisdom
sometimes distant, clear and cold
and other times she talks to me
And reaches out to hold.
I want to lay against him, arms wrapped tight
and watch her, contented, through the night
but for now the rains yet fall,
I wish I understood it all.
Sherry Gilles