Floating on Ripples

Melancholy lies like a deep ocean

In the nebulous gaze of your eyes.

No grand waves, only bland ripples,

Constantly moving like an eternal dancer,

Graceful, gentle, seductive,

And intimidating at once.

I have sailed in that ocean

On a raft floating on the ripples.

I longed to plumb the depths,

But the fathomlessness withheld me.

I wish I had the recklessness

To dive into the briny deeps.

The last time we met

I saw myself lying on the waters

Like a phantasmagoric shadow.