Friday, December 01, 2006

Melancholy Stranger
By Don Iannone

He comes in the night...
that melancholy stranger,
whose footsteps you hear,
but only after he is upon you.
His night breath whispers
long silence in your ear.
You try not to listen,
but it's too late...
he has reached inside you,
and now possesses you,
like his own.
He comes and goes at will.
Haunting your peace,
stealing your joy, and
making you forget...
the sun rises every morning,
sweeping away the shrouding darkness.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

And the sun is always rising somewhere. And somewhere is always here.

iamnasra said...

I wonder what was behind this poem..Can you tell me what inspired you to write this one...Melancoly Stranger ...what does Melancholy means...Today Im asking so many questions...hope to hear from you soon (Inshallah)

polona said...

even the melancholy stranger can teach you something about yourself... well done!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Dan, Nasra, and Polona.

Nasra...melancholy is a feeling of thoughtful sadness. A lament of sorts. What prompted it? A feeling circulating in me that needed released and the poem helped.

Borut said...

Don’t know why, but I love this one!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Borut. I know...it's a bittersweet kind of poem.

iamnasra said...

Thanks for the answer...Today Im that wave lane...Im trying to draw a smile so to force it out ..its working a bit

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