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 . . .
--8/18/06 @ 4:08 am zulu