Autumnal Eyes
Stargazing cigarette ash, growing cold and greyer,
shaping to a scale model Everest
in a cut crystal tray;
a mountain to be climbed by some quantity surveyor,
or a podium of passiveness
in cloudbursts of dismay.
So the goalposts shift and arbitrarily blur
this disenchanted evening
of poetry stricken with slow motion;
although older, but no wiser, as the host of echoes stir
past beliefs in grim stagnation,
drained of glister and devotion.
I can taste the realisation of dysfunctional reality,
that between this life and death
love is but a compromise;
in every mirrored surface to confront the actuality,
the ever present deadlight hue
of Autumn in my eyes.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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