~ Forsaken ~
A well-worn path cuts through the night
heart to moon, begs to understand
how tides turn on nocturnal dreams
to unravel on the morning’s light
Time contradicts, and negates the years
where happiness danced; but it cannot
unsee
and now it hangs, a mocking presence
through a mist that tastes of tears
Only questions remain, born of the heart’s
folly
a gentle breeze, touched by sorrow, stops
to listen
but the moon has no answers
and her silence sings melancholy.
© Dahlia Ramone: August 3, 2015
This was written for Blogophilia Week 24.8
Topic: Monday Mornings
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 pts) Incorporate all five senses
(sight, sound, touch, taste, smell)
(Easy, 1 pt) Mention the word
"melancholy"
(I did not write on topic,
but I used four
of the hard prompts and the easy one)
