Saudade

A Poem by Mellinic

You know that feeling?
You know...
Come on
You shake it from your hip
Let it slide with tender slip
And be guided by that loosened grip

Shake shade from your face my pretty child
Choose the mask, the mask of your day
Reveal yourself at the crease of the day

Sun gone down, shallow moon begins to rise
And blinds the suprised,
Hypnotic darkness
Soon to be abide
By the abscence of my guide