Dipping into sorrow,
without warning or cause.
brings me back down from the day...
I can sleep now, can rest now, but at what cost...
Almost at ease, but something
tugs inside of me...
Too tired to move, too tired and weak.
For some odd reason, tears try to push forward,
out of my eyes...
The world is whispering,
And the trees are dripping their quiet condolences...
but now is not the time for grieving,
now is the time...
into melancholy; gathering strength,
as a young seedling, absorbing energy
for tomorrow, so maybe
I can crawl out of bed...
and walk out of this house...
I could tie up my hair;
go on over to see your puppy, the newborn;
we could hold him together in the precious gloom,
we could smile and jest, and be together.
maybe I can be happy tomorrow...
so for now, I'll just let sadness take me...