Melancholic

My heart is Jaded,
Inured by Solitude,
I miss the Sun,
And its many Labyrinths,
And colourful Butterflies,

I yearn for Sunsets,
It’s Radiant skies,
And dry Glittery sand,
And summery Effervescent,
All that fill me with Fecundity,

The cold Withers me,
Fades my happy Soul,
Yet I Stay,
And Linger,
And count the Nights,

This feeling is only Ephemeral,
Just an Interlude,
Its Transience gives me life,
I say don’t Fade,
Stay Forever,

Shamsa