Moment of vision

Photo by Lukasz Szmigiel on Unsplash

Melancholy is a deep affliction:

I have no prescription

For this sadness,

This disease of the heart

Washes colour

From the poppy,

Causes the flesh

To shrink from the touch.

Sinks the garden of the heart

Into rot.

……

Here, birds don’t sing,

Silence is on the wing,

The sun hides behind

A cloud of circumstance.

Rain comes in bloody drops,

A child suffers

The infirmities of age.

No swain seduces

No shepherdess.

……..

But on the morrow

Loving-kindness

Lifts my heart,

Enlivens my soul,

With all the shy

Beauty of the day.