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