In September

In September when
it rains
and the cold air brings a chill,
I am looking still
for the satisfaction that You bring.

In September when
the colors change
and the sky moves to gray,
I’m trying to stay,
but a pretty face still turns my head.

Have I lost the love
You prepared for me?
Is this all some hopeless and
romantic dream?
Is life too messy
to ever make sense?
September’s when I contemplate.

In September when
I must decide
and decision brings a dieing breath,
I can’t imagine the pieces left
can work out for good.

In September when
I remember
and memories act out in front of me,
will dreams ever come to be,
or have I lost my way?

Has time stolen
what innocence found?
Is it still enough
to search for holy ground?
Is life too messy
to ever make sense?
September’s when I contemplate.

In September when
I’m not happy
and feelings come that I once lost,
I pray for rain and for frost
and for spring to start again.

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