Melancholia

I wish I could write today
Of a beautiful romance
Where the knight finds his maiden fair
And they live long, lost in love’s trance.

I wish I could write today
Of the gentle murmurs
Of a summer brook,
Where I spend a dreamy afternoon
Draped upon a hammock.

I wish I could write today
Of roses, peaches and lemonade,
And white sheets on green grass
And a picnic with my favorite lass.

I wish I could write today
A story in mystery steeped,
Where dragons and fairies
And witches and trolls
Bewitched the reader keep.

But as heavy a heart
And clouded a mind I have today,
It seems nigh impossible to do anything but refrain.
When the artist has died within you,
How do you then entertain?