Leaf Fall Of My Days

When the gloomy time commences
Underneath the faded suns
Some aloofness throws my senses
Into the letargic trance

Though my mind is calm and sober,
I've no feelings to let loose
In this boring dark October
I'm deserted by my muse

In my soul - no joy no rancour
Just the tombstones in a row
My black silence like an anchor
Holds me somewhere deep below

Only the amorphic sinter
Has remained of my bonfire
And I know the coming winter
Won't console me, won't inspire

For the soft warmth of the ingle
Men... I would pay any cost...
But the way I'm living - single
Rather seems the ever-frost

And no more I seek the spotless
Unpolluted entity -
Doom has ruined down the fortress
Of the past's integrity

Now my reason, once ignited
By the gods of love and hate,
Is obscure, seared, withered, blighted
And too languid to create.

...Life and hope are not longevous
And the years fly by apace
So, this autumn - cold and grievous
Is the leaf fall of my days