Autumn

Autumn
Shall we all meet in Autumn?
Golden and glowing by autumn
Shall we still be best of friends?
Best of friends...
All through the languorous season
We ebb and flow
Romance, defying all reason
Will come, then go.

Still, perhaps this Autumn
Love won't retreat in the Autumn
We'll be complete in the Autumn
All that we have won't be past
...Won't be past
Let breezes blow and turn cold
As we continue growing old
This Autumn
Love newly found may yet last.

So what do you say gentlemen?
I happen to play an excellent game of auction bridge.
May I join you?

Where's your sense of occasion madam?
I understand you've just lost your husband.

Yes. But not at cards.

Ahead we plow
Into the darkening night
Can't see the bow
How then to search
With only starlight?

No moon
No wind
Nothing to spy things
By
No wave
No swell
No line where sea
Meets sky.

(Autumn
Shall we all meet in
Autumn?
Golden and glowing by
Autumn
Shall we still be best of friends
Best of friends?
Best of friends...)

Stillness; darkness
Can't see a thing, says I
No reflection
Not a shadow
Not a glint of light
Meets the eye.

And we go sailing
Sailing
Ever westward
On the sea, we go.
Sailing
Sailing.

(See how calm it is
Smooth as polished glass
Ah, the open sea
Feel the bite in the air
Ah, the open sea
Smooth as polished glass.)

Ever on go we...

No moon
No wind...

The night was alive
With a thousand voices...

No moon
No wind
No moon
No wind.

(The night was alive
With a thousand voices...
Night was alive
With a thousand voices
The screws are
Turning
At eighty-one
The screws are
Turning
At eighty-one.)

No moon
No wind
No moon
No wind.

(The night
Was alive
With a
Thousand
Voices.)

(The screws were turning
At eighty-one
The screws
Were turning
At eighty-one.)

(At once a poem
And the perfection of physical engineering.)

No moon!
No wind!

Dear mother of God
Iceberg right ahead!