September

From "Nightfall" A sonnet I see my dreams in twilight Dashed upon a stone No matter how I scream and fight And Im trapped in a world I cannot see my dreams are not my own In a world that ceased to be Covering my exposed heart It was all a dream of September Still I wonder,love, wither thou art? The solemn wind hisses all over The crow cries for its dead mate and all the sorrows are one again like the cold winds of gloom in the dark