Dandelion

I have no talent
For happiness
Sorrow and pain
A melancholic heart
Seems to be my destiny

I feel at ease
On rare occassions
Watching a beautiful sunset
Yes, twilight – is my time
The sweet coolness in the air
After a hot day comforts me
My melancholy fits in that time, it’s not shameful or ugly
I sit and watch the sky for hours
How the colours change, clouds slowly drifting by, slowly drifting by

I have no talent
For happiness
Sorrow and pain
A melancholic heart
Seems to be my destiny

The softness of the light makes my fragility less apparent.
Trees are forming black silhouettes
A small whisper can be heard, if you listen carefully,
the leaves rattle caught by a faint wind.
An owl howls miles away
The sound echoes through the night, echoes through the night
The sound echoes through the night, echoes through the night.