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Autumn Leaves
volume 7 number 6
Autumn Leaves volume 7 number 6 |
Drear comes the night, halting but a moment, then
engulfing.
Faded songs linger not long, hearts sigh at the passing.
Oh
memory what will thou bring unbidden.
Cringe and remember joys lost in
moments jested away.
Solace sought, as memories are not.
Nested contented fleet flyers now rested.
Alas! These
windows as night bar attempts at flight.
As doors a prison makes, so can
thoughts hold all back?
Come the morn the air to gain to speed away not to
remain.
Memories, prisons themselves, block escape.
Shine merry one, a moment cast in beam of sun.
Remember
not, face away from that ersatz gilded box.
Place past woes away, in joy you
must yearn to stay.
Muse not, only ponder enjoyment and play.
Ah, but still drear comes the night
