Would you believe I'm happy in my melancholia?

Would you believe that sadness, is as pretty as the patterns in the frost?

I guess not

Would you believe Miss Haversham really waited

That the wedding cake grew stale behind the cobwebbed windows?

and that I sometimes feel the dust of time.

Would you believe the summers that you've counted

the memories you've collected

 like photographs of then?

I look at this reflection and I wonder sometimes

about the potential that was

the potential that is

and the sea of wasted time that lies between

Would you believe me If I told you that it was lonely at the top

But the top that I have reached was not the one I went to climb

Would you beleive that such a dreamer made his way to such a place

I can see my lifes great race for all its time.

Yet here I am without her

she got lost along the way

She fell into anothers arms

before I got to say

and put the brakes on.

Would you believe Ive tried to stop looking for you again

in the faces that pass in front of me

in those that shared your name

Would you believe I love you

I also have and will

and someday in another life

I'd probably love you still.

So let us sit Miss Haversham

with our melancholy smile

For you and I have known true love

for just a little while

and whilst the cobwebs grow around

and the daylight never comes

Perhaps someone will rescue us

perhaps they never will

but the power of love still wraps us warm

as we face the evening chill.

 

18/7/2004