Melancholy

I walk in the wind The breeze wraps about me - The sunset has begun And it's all I seem to see. The melancholy I know so well Returns as a faithful old friend - Like cathartic clouds, flowing Through my soul to an intangible end. They aglow, beg me follow To a place I'm unsure I know - The very same place found Just beyond the rising rainbow. There is a color in the wind Not to be seen, only heard - A voice in the sun's last light Speaking to the soul in unpronounceable words. Wind, clouds, sunlight Everything lives, leaves, and moves on through - Sooner or later each human being Has to take notice... and, go there too...