maybe september

maybe september
i love again.
maybe a rainbow
will catch me then.
this little boy's eyes
will find his way once more
just like before.



when lips were tender
the sway of the willow.
when love was born
a face on the pillow.
when early moan
i still see that golden world
in all it's splendor.
maybe september
love will come again.

a taller tree, a sweeter log
a bluer morning sky above
and maybe come september
i will set these wonders
with my love.



(in the city of the dreaming spires)