Stained Glass Transparency

1. 

As long as I watch the leaves
turn to Autumn,
fall on the still-green grass
I can forget our lotus,
blossoming in the Spring
when I loved you,
and the days were long
and we had eternity to dance,

we were tonal poems then,
baring
wanton flesh and deliberate soul,

and now the nights are long,
pale lips turn these words
over graves

ashes and dust,
sapphires and rubies
of Anna's rust-covered memory
icy grips of cold fingers
reaching,
screaming at me:

There is no stopping halfway
when you take the last train
with nowhere to go and you
always end up somewhere else.

2.

Tell me what happened
my Darling

nothing?

but oh,
the colours,
the rainbows,
the sound,
the beauty of it all.

3.

Before the beauty fades
on the last leaf,
clinging
before the cold wind blows
in
as it must
let us remember
when Autumn turned
to memories,
when the perfume of the
sun bore the green grass
of home.

4.

Apple blossom memories,
stained-glass transparency.

Leaf upon leaf
ride the wild sky,
licks of flame,
golden arrows...

Autumnal Fire.