Melancholy
Sits on the rooftops
Her whispy tendrils
Tickling the leaves
Green and red and brown
Blurring the edges
And mocking the horizon

Melancholy lays like a blanket
Draping herself over the city
And the silos
Until all the space is filled

Melancholy sighs like a child
Curiously taking in the world she cloaks
And watches people march like ants
Heavy hearted and light minded

Melancholy sweeps back her tendrils
And holds her breath
Melancholy closes her pale eyes
And the edges unblur
And the horizon beckons her
To follow him across the water