To the melencholic

Fear not the hailing winds of broken dreams; and let the burning arrows of other's judgements rain onto your 
Stormy-Ocean-Soul.

Afford yourself a shy tear as you wade through the stages of your misunderstood contributions.
You have imprisoned merriment that could raise ships.

Do not worry for the suits and ties and crazy streets;
  or the unapplauded hopes of the poor.
Stay in step with your loner shadow.
Enjoy church bells ringing over tractor fields if
you can imagine that.

Be glad of the night foxes that consider you;
  a moon that loves you
  when no-one really knows       you.
Let the wind move you and do not fear. Remember: the trees agree with You!

Snow falls at your mercy.
Birds still sing at funerals.
Not all gold will be unearthed.

And ah! Blink in your bed and 
     in the early hours hear
   the distance motorcycle.
 - Someone
    racing deeper into the night,
      fading forever....