Autumn’s yearly brilliance goes
As our loves go so our dreams,
As this river by this beach,
River weeping as it flows
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As our dreams, so our loves go
Flows the river past this peak
Water’s silent violent speech
So goes our ancient sorrow
*
As our loves go so our dreams
Below the bridge to pass downstream
Must I still remember then
When love has gone and I remain?
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If love is gone but life remains
And I am left still standing here
And you are now so out of reach
And now I share the river’s tears
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I cannot stay, I cannot, no!
I cannot keep this love alone!
I see your eyes in the mystery
Coursing slowly past this beach
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Love runs away like water flows
How swift love flows, how slow life goes
I see your face just one instant, brief!
Your face in waters beyond reach;
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It’s some mystery I don’t know
As our loves go so our dreams,
You blow a secret kiss to me
Mona Lisa of the stream.
To Appollinaire
(C)2000-2018 by W.G. Milne
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I love this. Your poems are getting better and better.