Autumn Day The Breezes

In autumn day the breezes Smelt of cool September and The vibrating wind-gusts As one passes through the tunnel. Waters! Waters! Waters! Still I must be cool, though The frenetic clip of summer Enchains me not. The night I seek, and you, My Monsignor, reading through My lines now understand Why so addicted to night Am I. Still I attached to the satyr Naked jumping more than A kangaroo in Hastings Gardens. And the true in the haze moving here And there dancing. And then their feet they enrooted from the soil …. And danced…. too In the autumn day… In the autumn day … Until the late night When the dark patchiness Ushered in the Dawn riding On a toy-horse in the midst The mighty Oceans That tribute did to Dawn. No golden throne...just A toy horse And abundance of light Abundance of smiles Today, tonight, The sub-conscious Will also be Tomorrow. Sad the heart hammers With strain and with angst. The waters ebb and flow So The haze of trees moving here And there In the garden of the night. Night has its favorites too. Words Throw And Just As Thrown You Have To Think And Think For A Meaning Or Rather Meanings: At First The brain Is Racked But Then Pleasures aesthetic Pay. The Waters Rise Fountain-like About Midnight And Just Before They Wave Goodbye Make Way For Dawn And The New Day. Phosphor Phosphorescence Night Dwindling In the heavens Gloating in the skies…. In autumn day the breezes Smelt of cool September and The vibrating wind-gusts As one passes through the tunnel. Waters! Waters! Waters! Still I must be cool, though The frenetic clip of summer Enchains me not. The night I seek, and you, My Monsignor, reading through My lines now understand Why so addicted to night Am I. Still I attached to the satyr Naked jumping more than A kangaroo in Hastings Gardens. And the true in the haze moving here And there dancing. And then their feet they enrooted from the soil …. And danced…. too In the autumn day… In the autumn day … Until the late night When the dark patchiness Ushered in the Dawn riding On a toy-horse in the midst The mighty Oceans That tribute did to Dawn. No golden throne...just A toy horse And abundance of light Abundance of smiles Today, tonight, The sub-conscious Will also be Tomorrow. Sad the heart hammers With strain and with angst. The waters ebb and flow So The haze of trees moving here And there In the garden of the night. Night has its favorites too.