Returns the melancholy,
Returns the cold embrace.
For there is the dusk,
On wait, after every dawn.
Smile that fades away,
Joy that slumps down,
Forlorn is the air around,
As the color grows somber.
The brain calculates probabilities,
Trying to gain control,
But the heart works with gravity,
Falling deeper and deeper.
Hope, for a spark to rise,
Like a lone candle in a total gloom,
Like a hidden smile beneath the tears,
Like the glittery stars in deep darkness!
Head away, not following a trail,
But creating one, anew!