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
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