'The Dance' or 'Melancholy irony'

'The Dance' or 'Melancholy irony' timothy r gates, 12/15/2012

Finding Melancholy,
she asked me to dance
and dance, we did.
Fall's leaves, winter's diamonds
spring's resurrections, summer's moon's sun -
noted.
Beauty's shadow,
touch or her hem, sufficient,
don't so easily hear her whisper.
Wings as translucent as her frame,
irony is that Melancholy introduced us,
and dance, we did.