Silent Summer
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Silent Summer
Silent summer turns to autumn
Green trees red and gold
Abandon nests of mud and grasses
Lie crumbling in the cold
The warm blue sky, now gray and white
Boils and rolls in loathsome spite
While in my heart I feel such sorrow
And scorn the Gods' ungodly might
In a cellar damp with darkness
Lying lifeless like a loon
Taken from some vagrant alter
On a bitter autumn afternoon
I drink the wine made out of water
Eat the bread the faithful bring
And still all sorrows past and present
Fail to bring my heart to sing
So I grasp to fell that terror
The fear that was the child of doubt
I look within my rage, my ranting
To dare to find an accolade
But a sweetness from past dreaming
Seeps on through my vanquished veins
As I wait in vacant doorways
Lost forever in my dreams
Too swiftly climbs the rising sun
Too soon a heart must weep
And nothing but the gates of hell
Can cast the soul to sleep
written - Aug 5, 2024
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2024
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