Melancholy Mists

I gaze at pregnant clouds outside my window Overcast to match my inner darkness Wind howls through trees like sadness through my soul Melancholy mists cloak me in their soft caress. Raindrops like chandelier prisms Illusive rainbows reflect off crystal panes Lazy daydreams of drifting recollections Water color tapestries of tie dyed stains. What went before cannot be changed Dust motes dancing on stagnant air Aspiration surrendered to forgotten needs A past littered with dreams stripped bare.