ah, sweet melancholia
peaceful grey,
dark place
of the heavy soul
familiar refuge
secluded recluse

i have returned to your arms,
wrapped in your comfort
the cool embrace
of withdrawal and solitude

little grey cloud
you hover in blue skies
have I welcomed your shade?
is this madness?
am I my own abuser?

gentle hands,
come.
touch my doubt

you who understand,
tell me my story
your wise words
have healed me
more than many times.
they have found this hiding place,
they guard my frail trust.

yet even now,
i see hope.
i float,
not sinking into the deep.
there is no fear that stalks
through locked rooms.
perhaps the shadows
are the angels friends?

ah melancholia,
you are a peaceful grey,
your dark has been joined
by light.
this is a familiar place,
a secluded refuge.