Forsaken

~ 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)