In some of its many ways
Air to air plays
With love songs of wintry breeze
At the top and around leafy trees
Singing yesterday once more
Memories in day’s store
Born to be new again
Into the days end strain
With you and I finding love
Like clouds to and fro above
In its many turning ways
And the colors that with them plays
You were so drifting by
Into the blue clear sky
Just like the past is passing
On to the future rushing
Somewhere around all this
Is our future and bliss
Daydreaming shore to the new
Flying and going through
What shall become of my heart?
When it in its new beat shall start
And giving little time for old
That never was completely told
What is this autumn song?
That keeps me just yearning along
Like leaves scattering on the ground
Of glow old gold around
Some dancing in breezy go
Of yellow red burning glow
Over footsteps on the pathways
That is returning to winter grays
(Today I’ve been reading some lyrics by Lorenz Hart, from ‘The Complete Lyrics of Lorenz Hart’; Hart wrote about 500-600 lyrics and was called the Poet of Broadway.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem