Like a Summertime facade
painted plainly across an Autumn delight
the spark from his eyes faded to a bitter brown gloss
of disenchanted gain & loss
And so, no more
his character cried division & invasion
it was as it were, fallen & alone
like an April shower
reigning gloriously with a Winter chill
fogging the outside interior of now & then
through and through
Explain to him never again
under the childhood sycamore tree & motherly breeze
As I remember the values and forget to breath
the chorus of everyday here and happily
Shade me deaf & colorless
for an hour a day, so to stand apart
As a Fall sunset in the fictitious warmth
of your favorite author's lover...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem