Melancholy Poem by Smoky Hoss

I walk in the wind
The breeze wraps about me -
The sunset has begun
And it's all I seem to see.

The melancholy I know so well
Returns as a faithful old friend -
Like cathartic clouds, flowing
Through my soul to an intangible end.

They aglow, beg me follow
To a place I'm unsure I know -
The very same place found
Just beyond the rising rainbow.

There is a color in the wind
Not to be seen, only heard -
A voice in the sun's last light
Speaking to the soul in unpronounceable words.

Wind, clouds, sunlight
Everything lives, leaves, and moves on through -
Sooner or later each human being
Has to take notice... and, go there too...