Melancholy sweet sorrowful and sometimes joyful
Do you miss the times when you were single laying in bed listening to the rain at night and dreaming of your future days?
Does it make you sad that these are your future days and they are not what you had imagined?
Or does it make you sad that these are your future days and they are exactly as you imagined?
It's never enough is it?
It's never good enough is it?
It is what it was when you wanted it to so many rainy nights ago
While you kiss the dripping from the eaves and slap melancholia
You know that deep down inside the coming misty morning
There are your dreams floating by and wonder is all about
So pick up Whitman or Yeats or Ginsberg
And read and reflect and wipe a thought away
Ponder the rain and love its magic
Because today you are a dream man
Sleep lightly heavily and adverbly
You are what you imagined only quite different
So be it