My Melancholy

Behold the other half of me
the half that is melancholy
the eyes within my mind
eyes that can spot the undefined
A mind set that breaks logic
something that is way beyond it

Though, it mostly dwells in the cold darkness
when it comes to find that it is emotionless
in desperate need of wanting to feel
something anything to be appeased
Oh the danger of it adoring emotions
like a tiny ship being swayed back and forth upon the violent ocean

Then suddenly it lunges for the light
soaking in the warming sight
remembering a divine hope once again
knowing that there is love in abundance
constantly flowing from the one who can not be described
for there is now good word that is accurate
to describe something so glorious
as well as magnificent

Then those melancholy eyes can see clearly
the beautifully wonderful glory
in the creation made by the creator
the creator who is worthy to be adored
the being who sent His son to bleed for me
on a wooden cross all because of a grace that is so loving

Behold my melancholy
thus the sweet melody
in which He has blessed me
My melancholy.