Under The September Sun

A Poem

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Under the September sun let this page hold me,
that rainbow which I see let it seek me.

Let me be the words which I search else where,
let me be the song which I hear somewhere.

If tonight is the time when these words want me to write,
let tomorrow be a dream which I want to hold tight.

I wait for the raindrops to be that noise which stirs me,
under the September sky I write that song which lures me.

When you read this, search me not in these words,
when I wrote this I did it to be lost in this world.

Under the September stars let this poem speak to me,
that half moon hidden somewhere let me find it.