When the sun stops sharing its heat
when the clouds stop singing
and the trees dancing,
will take a knee
I shall know that it is time
for autumn
for winds to grow cold
and the trees to grow bald
the days shorter
and the nights stranger
and that autumn
I will rid the world of twilights,
of horizons, monsoons, roses,
daybreak, sunset et cetera et cetera
and all things that remind me of love
and of broken hearts
for the pursuit of the invisible
is foolish
that autumn
I will watch the dancing trees
and the haughty roosters
and pray for the winter
to come sooner
and hasten the fall of the fall
and cover all things in white
rendering each indistinguishable
from the other
damp, cold and dead
that autumn
I shall write my hymns for a dark future
where pithy love
finds space
for secrets and betrayals
where sunlight finally gives up
and the moon sleeps forever
perhaps then I will
finally rid the world
of its childish gods
its intemperate poetry.
“I will rid the world of twilights,
of horizons, monsoons, roses,
daybreak, sunset et cetera et cetera
and all things that remind me of love”
I could swim in these lines. This is a wonderful, stirring poem.
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You are too kind. Thanks 🙂
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