Autumn
Mr Pyjama
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As you walk away from me,
I'm reminded of the Autumn Tree,
The very one that i sat beneath.
And with each and every falling leaf,
I lose a memory I have of you.
With every breath of Autumn breeze,
A new regret is given to me,
I begin to smile as i start to see,
The footsteps on the fallen leaves.
But when I look up there is no you.
Similar to the flower and the bee,
I am alone when you part from me,
I have become the Autumn tree,
And you are each and every leaf.
Can't you see how much I depend on you?
But as i slowly start to dream,
I dream with hope and false belief,
I close my eyes, and smile and see,
A world without the falling leaves-
And i open my eyes and see you.
Thanks, dont know if anyone got what that was on about, but just something i had in my head. Comments welcome, thanks.:)
I'm reminded of the Autumn Tree,
The very one that i sat beneath.
And with each and every falling leaf,
I lose a memory I have of you.
With every breath of Autumn breeze,
A new regret is given to me,
I begin to smile as i start to see,
The footsteps on the fallen leaves.
But when I look up there is no you.
Similar to the flower and the bee,
I am alone when you part from me,
I have become the Autumn tree,
And you are each and every leaf.
Can't you see how much I depend on you?
But as i slowly start to dream,
I dream with hope and false belief,
I close my eyes, and smile and see,
A world without the falling leaves-
And i open my eyes and see you.
Thanks, dont know if anyone got what that was on about, but just something i had in my head. Comments welcome, thanks.:)
Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later...
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On Raglan Road
(Air: The Dawning of the Day)
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay--
O I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay--
When the angel wooes the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
[From Patrick Kavanagh, Collected Poems, New York: Norton, 1973]
Copyright (c) 1964 Patrick Kavanagh
Sad but heartwarming as well.
( If you love something set it free, If it comes back its meant to be?)
(Angelina Jolie)
Thanks for the comment PJFanInMaine. I love that quote that you put, is that your own? It reminds me of Eddie's; "if you love someone; set them free, if someone loves you; don't fuck up..." Beautiful.
" What to say on a rainy day?
Summer was sold
and the fall wasn't even told'
Sad, but very nice poem Mr. Pyjama
No I have heard that quote somewhere before.
(Angelina Jolie)
Gee, thanks Finsbury
I agree with you PJFanInMaine, It's a great quote (Ed's a genius), but i like the one you put just as much actually. I do love a good quote.:)
I thought that one was fitting to your poem.
(Angelina Jolie)