Sweet September, how I long to cast my shadow by your sunset, upon the grasses of the lovely plain, to face the majestic mountains that roll upon your eastern horizon. Sweet September, you call me into your warm embrace, my heart is full of your promise while I dream of russet and golden leaves that will dapple us beneath your peaceful sky, as the winds of life, meet, one by one upon our brows.
For I have been asleep, waiting for your golden hue to rest upon my silent cry. You paint with bands of color upon my heart and soul, as if show me the strength within the zebra's thigh painted, alluring dancer in this valley and ground on high...where we will walk to embrace yet one more moment we shall have always known.
