Melancholy

05 May 99

Why this melancholy soul this morn?
I thought that this growth of soul had brought
A larger view of life
That woiuld spread the sadness so thin
As to be virtually transparent.
Each broken heart I have endured
Fraught with my personal baggage
Tears my trust to pieces,
So that I struggle each moment
To not take the stance of defense.
Hold you heart, dear woman,
Until you find that man
Strong of soul, deep of character, patient of heart
That will gentle you beyond this mistrust.


Granted, I thought I had found him in Spain;
Heart so pure, emotions so strong, joy so apparent
That heaven was found in my heart each day
And 50 years in his arms was not close to long enough.
Beautiful man, smiling his soul, telling me that 
I was all he ever needed – 
Yet … he lied.


Ah, grace I am acquiring each day
Through this maturity that I grasp,
And it shall help me grow beyond his betrayal.
Though the past throws me surprises
I am learning new ways of handling the pain
Each day.


Why this melancholy 
When everything in my life is grand?
I know not,
But it, too, shall pass.

© 1999, Tara Tambolleo