blue dawn

 
the cloud peppered dawn spoke
with the wisdom of the universe
she revealed herself
 
the mystery of melancholy's thoughts
so much like the dawn's own
a constant visitor in the early morning hours
as I take rose petal tea in the garden
 
melancholy a permanent resident inside me
she stirs others feelings
awakens them to the dawn
 
one by one they come to greet the morn
with sadness in their eyes
they whisper "Brenda is lost"
 
"she has gone as far into the wilderness
she can manage on her own
we gather quietly with her
and gently tell her to walk on"
 
into a future so vast
faces of understanding await her presence
melancholy is Brenda
 
they are one in the same
blue thoughts