melancholy and after.

a deep sense of melancholy takes over me
often,
rarely do i try to manifest it,
Sometimes result of the blows fate threw at me.
often by itself, its there.
like a cold wind breeze you feel near a ocean
that comes and touches your skin.
felt within your pores, deep within.
But this melancholy brings a sense of calm with it.
the calm and peace of the ocean waves crashing in on the shores
a heart not broken, not cut and not with sores,
a mind not anxious,
just taking a flight,
Looking down at dunes of sands of sins,
nothing done right.

i am ok,
with this feeling too.
i have learned to like it rather.
i get my deepest insight in this melancholy,
like ants around spilled juice, they gather.
like a walk on the shore under a starry night, is melancholy
like the tides that crash in and shatter,
are my thoughts.

and then,
the first rays peek through the oceans horizon,
the last constellations fade away,
the tides too.
rays get stronger,
their familiar warmth too,
a warmth more familiar than the starry night and its constellations,
more caring than the nebulous ocean calm or its crashing tides.
maybe its hope
maybe after the night and the walk,
comes hope.