The Melancholic Meteorite
In an instant my soul would just fly
Toward that sparkling ocean there,
But the tears of which I’ve yet to cry
Weigh me down and keep me here.
There be those of whom I love
But there’s no ‘verse to reconcile,
And it seems that rhyme is not enough
For all the ache to be worthwhile.
But how could I just be so crass?
I’ve studied it as I have knelt
Found I, that an atomic mass
Can’t quantify the things I felt!
Which means, of course, only one thing,
It’s not that I’m alive and things are dead,
But I, along with my dreams
Are there more than just in my head.
In honesty the truth is this:
I feel melancholic as a rock
That sits in dirt with just one wish,
That it’d be bold enough to talk
And share with others what it’s seen
Throughout the ages, all the same
In the dirt as that ocean gleams
O’er its head and from whence it came.