Saturday, September 19, 2009

Come September

She showed me secrets,
Nature's best,
Those nights she tapped upon my heart.
And now, she says, it's this her prize.

A month of madness moons,
and streetlamps flickering her words.
A sigh...

While the moon -
my heartstrings -
pull the tide.

This is no Quest.
T'was all that came before.
For when, come Equinox,
September moon gives rest.

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