Melancholy

mystery of melancholy, passion
that has been drowned in cold night of the deep
to glow intense menace that could have been 
promise, but for the cuts of nameless hurts

tutelage of imprisonment knows no 
rapture except as fierce, far off escape
by untamed inward improvisation,
why not stay in jailed safety forever?

what I  break to break out cracks to toothed shards
of grief that stay with me in constancy 
of memory that pays tribute to what
I have lost to find liberty of me

melancholy bears hints of rare beauty
realized by leaving it far behind