When September comes round again
Autumn gently beginning to open its gates,
Day slowly tiptoeing away from the tide of night,
Evil ambuscades us off our feet
Couriering mourning like sanguine curtains
Raining puddles on bloody wounds

And I can’t believe we’re all drowning down at the inn
Flash forward and I am spinning out of light
Blind, algid and frozen
Laced in and locked out

Alas, summer now on deck warming up for the winter
Milk-warm water glazing the tips of my skin
And last night my heart skipped wildly to shore
Settled in the sand and fell fast to sleep

07/28/2005

Author's Note: It isn't much...just trying to get the old gears working again...i apologize in advance...

Posted on 07/29/2005
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