Invitations

Afternoon's melancholy
is the heart's
succor of sorrows.

Depression's sediments
engrained
as gritty thoughts
during twilight's bleeding expectations.

Sand castle prayers,
uttered in the throbbing rhetoric
from angst unanswered questions,
moaned in desperate plea
to receive a some day's telegram
for a party
having other than monotony's chromatic reality.

Loneliness becomes a crypt
in the middle of a crowd,
affection's death shroud
muffles the haunting chortle
of distant popularity.

Saline seas pour from the eyes
clinging to wish's inflatable pearls
that once floated the heart
upon a sunrise
into a charmed mountain chalet
conjured
when fairy tales were truth.

Writing one's name
on the reflection's shore,
staring out at the tides of longing,
holding hope's invitation
aboard a cruise on love's sailboat
where the sandman isn't the captain.