MELANCHOLY

At that time, when
You did not dwell
Into my melancholy;
You nurtured me
By your loving tales
Conveyed feelings,
by your own;
Half the dream tinkled
Half the day tranced

You might have changed
by now, I guess;
As my skins are not tight
as of yesterdays,and
Yet the hours have not plucked
My wings

At that time, when
You knew me the best
And, did have an impulse
for what I could not guess,that
hours would come, timelessly;
Rolling by the feet
Dancing my ways

You have changed
by now, I guess;
As sombre melancholy, wrap
the ungainly hours, and
Yet the abode heavenly, dwell
Not into my ways