LACE AND LAUGHTER

Oh Melancholia my Muse, how intimate of lovers we have been! We have danced all day, we have chased sleep away, a ballet between sheets, all night long. Night after nights you have serenaded me with your sweet-somber songs. You have reminded me of my rights as I do penance for my wrongs. We have lain together in the still morning light of never-ending dawns. You are my history, my reality, my constancy. Together we’ve journeyed to places not oft dare visited by the majority. You’ve shown me bridges, you’ve lead me to ledges. You’ve supported my creative contemplation of objects’ uses. You’ve encouraged me to become a chemist. You’ve exposed my false friend Hope as a sadist. We have often times shared that especially passionate kiss of death, save but for one last meager breath. Melancholia, our relationship has been one laced with dark laughter. I have loved the lace and I have loved the laughter. But oh how I long to leave you Melancholia, my Master.