Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Melancholy
Melancholia
Feed my broken heart
With memories and music
Let the tears run free
Leave my soul behind
In glades of melancholy
Where it can roam free
Push me to the floor
Let me lie down for a while
Give me time to grieve
Bush – Glycerine
Threads
Faded filaments we are
Attached to souls apart -
Glinting-dripping dewy tears
A web surrounds our hearts…
Gossamer melancholy
Attached to all eternity -
Binding-weaving through our seams
And keeping us entwined…
Dancing on these memories
We’re balancing the art -
Waking daily to be found
In threaded dreams we’re bound…
To dance
Every day a longing dream
As I wade into the next…
My company is melancholy:
Waiting-yearning melody;
The bitter edged anticipation
For a lasting moment; waiting…
‘Till we dance into the stars…
And for the audio-philes:
Missing her
Can I hold my breath for long -
The day an angel passed my way;
Running, dancing, floating in a dream,
And drinking from the cup of my heart -
Every drop of love I give – and then,
Leaving me singing… standing alone…
In the afterglow of melancholy -
An empty state of missing her…
