If Melancholy Found Grace
It is because the beauty you eschew,
is a remarkable setting to the eye,
It is within the realm of sensuality
that heart may skip to your sweet presence.
It is profound the earth and sky and water
all respond to simple virtue it is true.
If when the moment arose in a quiet storm,
a gentle force of reckoning,
reactionary comments the cause of a blue
when then in the distant one might sight you
well then, the seer could easily suggest
there is such harmony beyond this distress
I would that I might hold you forever
in my arms in my thoughts, my dreams
together to withstand the storm of sadness
that melancholy journey beyond our norm.
For now today I do watch the sunrise again,
with a confident air that does cool my skin.
Oh to be the flower that might gently touch you,
your heart, such a sensual nature of knowing true.