An Autumn Sonata Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I would not heed the words they say about her
The lights of her face never grow far and dim, so anxious I grow to be
Amid the laughing men and maids; she stands clear un blur
My eyes unbidden constantly seek of she

I so desperately hoped that when she smiles at me
She did not guess my inner sublime ecstasy of joy and pain,
For if she did, she being too kind; she
To ever look my direction or way again.


I have kept it as a secret in my heart
So protective I was that no ears have ever heard,
She sings within me like a pipe of shepherd
Or most like a caged bird.


She within me like a bird sings all sweet melodies
And when it beats against the bars, I do not set it free,
For I am happier to know
It only sings and plays for me her show.


I wrote her a poem upon the surf sand
But came the scudding waves and washed it all away
Again I wrote my verse the next day on the strand
But came the proud tide and made my pain its prey.


Mighty sea that sway up and down and breath by ancient shore
Along which the lady of my love, perchance when she
Walks by your pebbled brink you may bring to her more
Of the lines you have stolen virulently from me


A tuft of green sea-grass on the sand after a wave came
It was dropped from a mermaid's hair
Ah, had she come to read the name
And leave a the sea mark there?


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