Melancholy

At the font of pure intention
Temptation is not easy to resist
Wicked thoughts, collect me
Almost every day
Blinded by the vision
The mirror haunting ghost
Binding all emotion taut
Enters freely without fear
Balanced on the tightrope
Whispers breeze block composition
Accepting wind-blown leaves
Confirm faith cannot be doubtful
Deep in rumour treading carefully
I rip the image from my mind