Mournful Melody Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea

Perhaps the mournful melody
Was not made for the rain, but for
Sunny days when I can't stand heat -
I hallucinate when I drink
Water made purely for robots.
I see you smiling right at me,
Although I know you're far away.

Perhaps the mournful melody
Wishes to remind me that light,
In all its brightness, casts shadows
On grassy plains. Picnics have passed,
Taken by the shadows that were
Made by light; light from sunny days
Hot that play mournful melodies.