Do you remember, the middle of September,
The tender touch of leaves that fell among rain
And the glow of the sun’s rays that eclipsed the fear
Brought about by the hollowness of storm’s pain.

The ebb and flow of nature’s very own waves,
Echoed the mechanisms of the core of my being
The vast blue expanse swarmed with a saltiness I could taste
That lingered on my tongue and treaded like a dream.

Was it a new beginning, or a season of decay?
The cool breeze rustled the fallen flowers, 
And they were gone with the wind, just like the day
That descended into a still twilight of lust.

The battle of the sun and rain were no more,
There was only one winner that was even near
And the shimmering moon said, in awe,
Do you remember, remember September?