Autumn Nights

Oh Autumn, how I love your days Your brilliant multicolored sights But, I'm sorry that I just can't say The same thing about your nights. For your cold damp autumn nights Bring with them your autumn mists And within your mists dwell sights That I would just as soon resist. Those Painful sights that stab the heart From memories that wound the most Sights that have torn my life apart... Sights, that have long become ghosts. Those long since banished ghosts That dwell there within your mists Those ghosts that boast the most Of my bitter sentimental trysts. Some ghosts have anguished eyes Who in their sorrow point and glare And others who just drift quietly by Seem, as if they were impaired. Still others clutch at barren breasts While feeling some forgotten pain Entombed within their misty nests Waiting there, eternally in vain. I do try hard to not look or stare But sometimes I just can't resist Those ghosts that dwell out there Within your cold damp autumn mists. Oh Autumn, how I love your days Your warmth and brilliant sights But Oh sweet Lord, to Thee I pray Please save me from autumn nights! Timothy I. Brumley