Poem By Napoleon Lapathiotis
Autumn, I loved you when the leaves fall
And leave the branches naked for winter's icy bites,
When the evenings flee, the poms are apple red,
And lonely are the nights....
And stand I now and ask: what fate and what storm,
While alone sailing the abysmal depths of mort,
Strangely and hopelessly has brought me now forlorn
A beggar in your court....
And when the dinner ends and night falls,
And quietly, like books, the light dies in the sky
I come back looking for my lost peace of old,
Like a charity from up high....
I loved you fall, when the leaves fall and
Leave the branches, and lonely is each night.
But did I really love you - or is just the shiver
Of the coming winter's icy bite....