Brought Low

 

Melancholia has carried me to 

a place where I am quiescent beneath

a vault of overbearing cloud

where above the bridge of light

continues to drive the outer world

I lie in obscurity with no glimmer

of enthusiasm or hope only a sense

of fruitless endeavours for the

mind to ponder on

Shipwrecked on rocks of despair

crushed by waves and changing tides

Quite alone I reach out but feel nothing

no one to touch or hold

naught to stimulate a dormant soul

not a shred or shard is of value

Inert I wait for the bridegroom

who will gather me up and

transform my heart and fulfil all my yearnings