10 November 2011


Autumn distills foggy mornings to jazz
Carrying the swift flow of slowing time,
Heated days and memories now the past,
Just notes left of a sweet Summer’s nighttimes.
Where, gone now,  has all energy then fled?
Taken, with her, from out my reach, my mind,
Ever to be my longing afore bed?
This a lesson serv’ed to me remind
That all days are ever poetry made,
And pain itself by energy designed
As life’s minor key to show love’s cascade.

Take then and drink these ever cooling eves,
When, in silence, does the soul learn and believe

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