My Mind Turns Autumn, Again
My mind turns Autumn,
again
And my thoughts undress from coherence
I can sense that my scarlett feelings
Are trying to escape?
I was reading stars from my tea-cup
today
but conversing with future tends to sadden me
Did I say:
My mind turns Autumn
Again ?
I keep envisioning sunsets from past weeks
back then the air liked to mutter a
peach-coloured scent and I
(watching the softly falling rain)
Muttered along
My mind turns Autumn
Again
I know I will walk those streets with a sense
of this beauty being too much to comprehend
I wrote a letter to a friend saying I missed
a true connection but that such beauty
Compensates ? (For that)
My mind turns Atumn,
again
I'm afraid
That nothing can really mitigate this
Sense
(ation)
I think I must paint
a bird who returns to his nest
(Like the birds in my head)
My mind becomes Autumn
again
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