* * * * * * * * A A N N A A D D A A A A N N N A A D D A A A A N N N A A D D A A A *** A N N A *** A D D A *** A A A N N A A D D A A A ****************************** A A "Eternal Autumn" aNAda #10 A A A A by Effy 02/08/00 A A A ******************************************************************** I. The sun is sneering, sniveling through the clouds now; Silent but despotic, it hovers; There are times when I feel this way about you. Yes, there are many times. It is not enough however To squeeze everything we have into a ball And throw it away; But I am ill at ease With your self-proclaimed sagacity; With the wise ones I adore came humility also. Where is the humbleness the sun has For my knowledge of its ways? But like some omniscient frontal pseudo-sage There is no appreciation For my time and studies; Everything acquired and worked for Is pushed aside, Almost as if I'd prepared a dessert You do not wish to eat. Am I just supposed to be reticent and appreciative As you wow unknowing bystanders? Yes love; I am the silent, brooding, dark princess You dreamed of But I can no longer be silent; I brood for a reason-- Many reasons; You being one of them. Your ways are freakishly being, Becoming, Turning opposite of the season; Old, dead, cold. Is it from lines of truth Or is independence infuriating to control? Can it be concluded That this is just something to learn from? Yet I do love you In a way that may be inalienable, With time. Unwishing to trample on your heart, Though mine is blackened around the edges. I don't wish to dream anymore if what I want Is never going to come. Drawn to that which is lurid Accept a lonely destiny Prefer to be alone Walking among dried leaves In an Eternal Autumn; But I fear this not happening. Yes, I have spoken. I fear the inevitable-- Not death Sickness Or Depression. I fear love, Your love, My love. II. He came at a time When I felt you slip through my fingers. Now I am what I've always despised. (These are just thoughts.) III. Winter almost seems to be Regressing back to Autumn As are these broken memories-- Dreams that haunt my nights-- As they return in flocks The weather grows milder; The moon grows heavier; And I wish I could share these Days in reverence with you Substitutes with no additives Grip my feet, yanking-- Now I'm standing still. This is the castle of shattered dreams; They love me so much; They won't let me in; To my savior-- The prince with no face Beckons silently. As they hold me in their arms-- Let us hide in the tower. If you were real-- I would grow cruel I fear-- And slay these wondrous beasts. Therein lies the oppression Of Royalty. This could be my ruin: To be the ruin of another But since he's disappeared-- Only a short while-- Since he realized his mistake-- He has stolen my sleep And knows not how to give it back. If I could paint a picture-- A portrait of dying leaves I would walk among musty gravestones Searching for his or yours Rising to meet the dead Rain falling in my disenchanted eyes Everything perfect I've lost him-- I've found him. The essence of all I want to live for But like the existence and proof of time, That will never be. No, it will never be I shall wander in Eternity Endless questions No answers Never becoming, never to be-- Flowing with the hands I will wander, hand in hand With Eternity. {**************************************************************************} { (c)2000 aNAda e'zine * * aNAda010 * by Effy } **************************************************************************