Melancholy- Clair De Lune

Feather light, dancing to and fro Garden rapture the fairies know A wistful touch, perhaps to try To touch the wing of a butterfly Tears upon the lonely eye do brim Softly the day's light begins to dim Melody lingers on the velvet breeze Old memories the gentle music tease Melancholy the evening music seems Sung for me in my meandering dreams The night birds gather now to call And my fairies retreat behind that magic wall Melancholy seems a poem in minor key And I write of how it always speaks to me...... 5/25/14