Melancholy My Old Wise Friend Poem by aric wilsie

Melancholy my old wise friend

Let us walk the somber night together
Under the silent mislead stars and
Search in vain for the burning heart
Of Autumn’s rising sun.

Till at last our pace is matched by
Softer steps and a silken breath
As scared and weary dawn manifests
We shall part ways then I am afraid

Drawing our three shining swords
In a final salute we share our tears
Only now truthfully seeing each other
For the ethereal nothing that we are

Then upon bended knee I will take
Her gentle shaking hand and promise
Never to let it go till our fortunes favor
Affords us a cold and dreamless moon