melancholy

rain falling in threads
rain falling in drops
meandering between a dark sky
and a day dream,
the melancholy of solitude,
keeps on getting the better of me
the ceaseless sermon
of winter rain,
infinite loneliness of an
indefinite existence,
bored and sad,
i can see
silhoutted against this
sheet of vapour
the futility of
my hollow dreams
sun in my head
i will dream of you
even though i know
when summer comes,
i will be alone..

a lack of color

in the dimming light,
of a november evening
i stood with your hand in mine
cheeks flushed with a fever
i didn't know,
head spinning,
in the pale light
i saw your face
i looked into your eyes
i didn't know
whether to hold on
or let go
a second felt
like an eternity,
the warmth of your hand
i didn't want to lose..
shades of black and white,
and your eyes
in the opaque light,
seemed like a strange dream,
but i didn't mind
the lack of color..