How cold now Autumn has arrived who’s stare is still and full of lies Who’s smile is hollow and masks his face which once was full of love and grace . Now Autumns chill has taken his frown and some sad clowns turned it upside down . Now in his dreams he won’t awake and if he does his life might take.? There’s nothing left but open doors and rooms so familiar yet never seen before . That house when you were a child seemed so small , now you walk in corridors never seen before . Coffee cups biscuits and cake all sat around tables and chairs .Napkins folded with scowls and grins and awful things .
With acid frowns we stand around and hope one day like NorseViking gods sail to greener shores and plunder gold behind bolted doors . As if Mercury has an iron core and either side hides love and war ? As if water flowed from either side and my heart could draw from evening tide their echoes live ever on . And God in his splendid rise banish all these godless lies , and i might dream of love again. Recite Byron , Poe and Keats to all my friends , in gardens with band stands , and tea served out of China pots into china cups and saucers .
So to the one who keeps my heart in a locket on her breast , her words I sing when the black ravens call , and holds my heart in jest . . and Autums leaves must they fall it is love that binds them all .