Melancholic

Think the teething is getting to me a little bit, lack of sleep an all that. So I apologise first, this is a little self indulgent today. However, the title in itself does make me laugh as it reminds me of the food program by Sophie Dahl, all she kept saying was melancholic, melancholic, so overused by the end of it, rather than feel down you were laughing out loud. Here's the link to the lovely Miss Dahls program if you care to have a laugh:

http://sophiedahl.com/food/bbc-delicious-miss-dahl

So, where is this taking us. Well back to a poem I wrote a long time ago called 'Passing Time' it was written with my mother in mind, but I feel it applies to myself a little more today:

Passing Time
I sit upon a softened plane
Amongst the gentle drops of rain
They slip and slide from dewy depths
From far beneath the stone it sweats

Away and fly, to brighter climes
Don't melt and fade unlike old times
Painfull cracks and crumbling walls
Does appear upon us all

A little farther, so far and wide
Within my heart the truth does hide
So, listen hard and you might hear
The falling of yet another tear
Another day turns to a year
Is it still true that i'm still here.

You know I think I have the answer it must be PMT. Oh well that's ok at least I know why i'm suffering from the blues. Watch out Steve (my partner) it's going to be a bumpy ride for a few days.