Those days when melancholy

Strikes my heart

And I fall into the silence

A pool of sorrow

And I long and wish

I could forget

To remember

And find again

The joys of being

On the edge of a wing

Glinting in the sun

Of happiness

Or hearing a note

Floating on the breeze

Of a fine summer's day

A shimmer in a song

Feel again the swish

Of the grasses in the meadow

Against my sun browned legs

Listen to the humming bees

All of these perfect moments

That beg me to remember

The wings, the music, the meadows

That ripple across the sorrows of silence

©Mary Cecil