Melancholy

When her time comes

should it come,

you'll hear it chimes in a far distance 

a melancholy,

an ache that persists

her wanderings.

For many a time has

she looked up at the sky,

yearning

if such whispers of a heart

her heart,

would ruse

the stars to shine

sometime, only for her.

When her time comes,

Should it come,

You'll hear 

it rustles in the wind:

The tenderness of pain,

The caress of regrets,

The sweetness of longings.

She would be the better

for she knows the path,

only she alone

can shield her

heart.

(Wan, R., 2021)