Melancholy Sighhh

Strangely contented is this poignant hour

deep in the cushions of the songless night,

where your discovered lack of power

to rise, or think, or give sleep the fight

locks all emotion in a distant bower.

Serendipity was always my serenity

seeking to loose the hold of passions

moving in with this new identity

breaking free of all the fashions

knowing love is our only fraternity.

Max S 1996